Quantum Solidarity: Making Hajj at Bear Lodge
The mind-numbing atrocities at home and abroad dare me to respond. It’s as if world events conspired to belittle me, taunting me to try to make sense of bloodbaths…
Stories Poems Essays
Two Hungers
My breasts once wept at the first musings of a strangers hunger-smacking lips, a pursed, round strawberry and wet with the taste of milk still on the tongue…
Dog Men (A Prison Story)
On edge of a razor-guarded campus, Marigolds tower to meet drooping pines. Though unaware as cheerful children, Dry Texas earth spells death for them both.
Black Haven
Displayed within, life’s moments extrapolated, tangible anguish, remnants of sorrow. With haphazard intent, encapsulated vestiges scattered…
The Yellow Birds
He guides his 1950 Massey-Harris tractor out the battered grey doors of the old barn. The rusted hinges of the barn door match the faded paint…
Marshmallows and Wood-Ear Mushrooms
Today is the first day of my last period. I know because in three weeks, when my body prepares to do it again, I will run into a man with a knife.
Celebrate
Marcia chose the little photography shop in North Park because one of her work colleagues had recommended it. She’d called the day before…
The School Inspector
A newly-appointed primary school teacher got off the rattletrap at the pukka road and headed on foot to the village that nestled among the citrus orchards…
Working the Fire Line
Working the Fire Line – Fierce Fiction by Alan MacLeod – October 21, 2018 The first time I saw her we were on the fire line digging a ditch to contain the blaze. “There’s Beth,” someone said. “ Bobby Freeman’s sister and a damn good digger too.” I saw a short, slender woman in her early twenties, wearing a bright… Read More »Working the Fire Line