All Fiction
Salon Zine: All Fiction
Grandma Izzy Cools Her Jets
By Richard Pels Grandma Izzy was no longer talking to Aunt Bess. She wasn’t talking to Cousin Lester. She did talk to Cousin Bird, but
I Was Back…But What Exactly Had I Come Home To?
By Mike Vicencio I shuffled through the long snaking line of Newark Liberty international arrivals, finally got my passport stamped for re-entry, picked up my
Frozen Light
By Shelly Catterson But here lies the disturbing part: the face, the one attached to the body in the ice, looks familiar. In the pale
Dystopian Voyeurs
By Len Kuntz When you tell me all the heroes have been hung, I curl up with the moon and hold its shivering belly to
Evangeline Too
By Simon Linington Evangeline called from Mexico City and said what she had to say, “Goodbye Simon.” I’ve heard it before. In front of me
Gently Used Babies for Sale
By Len Kuntz In what was once an old grain mill or slaughterhouse, they lined us up in an inverted pyramid, like scuffed bowling pins.
The Vessel
By Alice Kaltman When Doris saw the swan earrings twinkling in the window of the jewelry store, she became a woman possessed. The kind of
The Forestiera
By Cynthia Blake Thompson It was winter, nearly carnival time, and I went to Fatebenefratelli to visit Alberto’s father nearly every day. Fatebenefratelli was not
In the Beginning
By Victoria Brown For their fourth date Aneeta decided to move her relationship with Phillip forward, a step. They’d gone the first night to Vanderbilt,
A Handbook for Single Mothers
By Jen Knox The girls crash into each other and then the wall. A jumble of screams and giggles traverse the hallway as Cassandra’s neighbors,
Music Heard in Hi-Fi
By Noel Alumit The soundtrack of Maybe Someday was first heard in a small house on Vendome Avenue. It was eventually heard in homes on
A Car Ride of Second Chances
By Len Kuntz It was my therapist’s idea. Ordinarily, he merely listened, taking a note or two during our sessions, but I could tell my
Come Loose and Fly Away
By Kathy Fish It begins like this: The baby is red and wrinkled and squalling or bleating like a lamb. The baby has lots of
He-Man and a Girl Named Larry
By Rae Bryant I’m a crack shot, you know. That’s how he says it. We’re moving lettuces around on our plates at a sunny little
The Joseph of Arimathea Center for Secret Believers
Applying Digital Marketing Tactics, “Secret” Church Goes Viral By Nana Ekua Brew-Hammond The Joseph of Arimathea Center for Secret Believers, better known as the JofACSB,