Swing dancing night at the Orchard Lake Retirement Home. “It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that swing,” sang the singer.
Jerry could dig it as he sat off to the side in the community room, watching. One …
Neighborhood pond.
Ice skaters joyfully gliding,
Laughing at frozen winter.
Jim lives in a small town twenty miles west of Minneapolis, Minnesota. His stories and poems have appeared in over two-hundred online and print publications. His short story “Aliens” has …
Most people on board are already drunk by the time the sun slips behind the mountains. I’m nursing a beer at the stern, mesmerized by the white waves churning in the ship’s wake. I don’t like fireworks, but Fred loves …
The day after my grandmother died, I stayed home from school. She’d had a heart attack when my parents and I were on a picnic at Bear Mountain State Park. By the time we heard, it was too late. Although …
Just give flowers petals. Teach birds song. And never die.
Norbert Kovacs lives and writes in Hartford, Connecticut. He has published stories in Westview, Thin Air, Headway, Corvus Review, and The Write Launch. His website is www.norbertkovacs.net. …
New Year’s Eve, I swig champagne, relishing the elegant oval glass.
For a moment, I’m a dandy in a pinstripe suit, not an asshole in faded navy-blue sweatpants, courtesy of thrift shops.
Another swig.
I’m tsar of Russia, a diplomat, …
“A white horse is actually grey — it’s a colouration that occurs when a gene causes the hair coat to gradually lose its colour. A horse may be born chestnut, black, or even palomino, but if its genetic makeup has …
Akshay: Rhea, show me your home.
Rhea: Why?
Akshay: I wanna see it. Take a video and send it to me.
Rhea: What? No. I’m busy.
Akshay: Doing what? Tweeting how pissed you are at the way minorities are being …
The mail was still delivered by bicycle on Maricopa Island. As with most jobs, the new guy has to shovel the deepest shit, and that was no exception at the Maricopa Post Office. Its newest mail carrier, Frank Harper, was …
My personal trainer says you must tell the police about the murder of that girl, my friend says as we sit down to dinner in a restaurant in London. I haven’t seen her for a year at least and we …