Life Goes On

By Roberto Loiederman (Editor’s note: This is the third and final installment of this serialized story. Read parts one and two.)   April, 1968 – At sea, approaching San Francisco Bay We’d been at sea for more than three weeks and I had a bad case of channel...

Audubon Journal

By Christopher Woods   You watched him as he kept messing with the cord that ran from the oak tree in the middle of the yard to the new bird feeder. You thought it would never hang at just the right height to please him. You kicked the ground with the toe of your...

Better Than Six

By Kerri Pierce 10:00 a.m. The sky is ominous. Bruised. Like a scraped-up leg. (Like that time she flew off the bike and he came running.) A hidden sun stains the low-lying clouds: green, black, blue, gray, reddish-yellow in places. The sky looks grotesque. (“Your leg...

That Kind of Mexican

By Edward  H. Garcia “You’re not that kind of Mexican,” his father said more than once. David Alvarez knew that made his father sound like a racist. A more nuanced analysis might have concluded he was an elitist. His father would have said he was a realist. It first...

Testimony of the Scribe

by m. pinchuk   The following was read into the record of the Court of Inquiry by the Clerk, with the assent of the Presiding Magistrate. I verify that I am the Chief Scribe of the Capital City, and I attest to the following: On a day not unlike today, a stranger...

Thanksgiving on the Bosphorus: Hamams and Sacrificial Altars

By Angela Smith Kirkman I have an hour to myself with my notebook, and I’m stretched out on the ottoman like a cat. A warm fall breeze flows through the lofty windows of the flat we’ve rented in Istanbul (not Constantinople). As I put the final touches on today’s...