Prose: “A Hollingsworth Hotel” by Gretchen Troxell

“There are two individuals I’d like to report missing, Mister….” Ez glances down at the sun-weathered sign-in book. There are dozens of spills decorating the nearly moldy signatures. “Hansen, Richard Hansen, and Ms. Elizabeth Clay… Seventy-two hours ago… the Hollingsworth Hotel…. Yeah, same thing…. Okay, thanks.” She hangs up the phone before turning to me […]

Prose: “Pirates of the Willamette” by Adam Matson

They say you can’t choose your neighbors, but if you’re homeless, you basically can choose your neighbors. You can choose your neighborhood. You can live in a tent down by the river, if you want to. And that’s what Finn did. Pitched her tent in a shady nook beside the Willamette River on the edge […]

Prose: “Bridget” by Sam Curreli

I freaking love Fridays. Not because the week is over; not because I can sleep in all I want for the next two days—no. Weekends are lonely. I never know who will be around here. This includes my roommate Rebecca, who, much like my older sister, sometimes likes to pretend I don’t exist. So, I […]

Prose: “The Carrot Poopgate Affair: The Secret History of Poopgate, Carrots, and President Amar Akbar Anthony, our First US President with Multiple Personalities” by Hafeez Diwan

Was there something about the carrot, as opposed to a radish, a cucumber, or zucchini? It could easily have been a tomato had it not been for the fact that, in a moment of panic, I picked up a carrot instead of a tomato. There were plenty of tomatoes, carrots, potatoes, celery (celery would have […]

Prose: “Interloper From Another Neighborhood” by Douglas Steward

At any one time there are scores of houses in the Grosse Pointe area that sit empty, serving time as silent citadels of the neighborhood. They’re owned by family estates whose administrators diligently pay the taxes and heating expenses year after year. They never dream of putting the property up for sale and risk having […]

PROSE: “Collect” by Richard Charles Schaefer

After 20 years, Benjamin Wheeler was just another person I didn’t talk to anymore, never mind why; when a friendship is that far in the rearview, a falling out and a quiet fizzle are both specks on the horizon. Human-interest stories don’t interest me, so I don’t know why I read the article on the “Collection […]

Prose: “Salt” by Campbell Sharpe

Camp Dogwood serves the kids ice cream for breakfast. Strawberry, Chocolate, or Vanilla. Your choice. While they were supervising their kids, Scout (counselors are not allowed real names at camp to avoid there being 16 Sarahs) elbows Bucket (actually named Sarah) and points rather obviously at Salt (Jax) being escorted out of the office at […]

Prose: “Asses Up” by Jonathan Green

“All right Girl Scouts, lineup!” Robbie calls the patrols to attention. Here, he is The Law. He commands twenty boys, and they listen. Lineup he shouts, and they fall into three perfect lines. The all-powerful Senior Patrol Leader. These aren’t Cub Scout meetings, where parents bring cookies and juice boxes for the kiddies. Parents who […]

Prose: “monday morning” by wood reede

Monday—8 a.m. Customers stand in line. They wonder what is taking so long. Come on, they say in low tones, all I want is a simple cup of coffee—or not so simple, depending on how much of a pain in the ass said customer is. They mumble and mutter and complain loud enough to be […]

Prose: “An Experiment” by Hallin Burgan

Friday, 2/21: I have decided to conduct an experiment. In order to answer the gravest of questions, one requires the surest of methods. Before I begin (and before you begin to read my report) it is necessary to lay out a few “ground rules,” so to speak. An experiment requires strict parameters in order to […]