MIGUEL by Kyle Seibel
We just need to figure it out.… Read More “MIGUEL by Kyle Seibel”
Issue: GRIFFEL #6
THE VALUE OF A HANDSHAKE by Mark Putzi
After two years, we finally completed the project at the low-income housing development Southlawn.… Read More “THE VALUE OF A HANDSHAKE by Mark Putzi”
SPIDER INTREPID by Ted Olson
Spiders don’t live in our car.… Read More “SPIDER INTREPID by Ted Olson”
WHO LIVES ON THE OTHER SIDE by Sheila Bender
Who lives on the other side of the pond I see
through the corkscrew willow?… Read More “WHO LIVES ON THE OTHER SIDE by Sheila Bender”
HALF SOUR by Mike Ball
The tomatoes were nasty — bitter,
hard, dark green, floating in brine.… Read More “HALF SOUR by Mike Ball”
NATURAL BRIDGE, VIRGINIA, 1964 by Karen Duffy
On this spot there was a swimming pool
my grandmother wouldn’t let me go in
because there were Colored people in it
and their color comes off in the water.… Read More “NATURAL BRIDGE, VIRGINIA, 1964 by Karen Duffy”
HER OWN FLESH AND BONE by Timothy Kenny
Batma’s mother was stolen, taken one cold October evening as she left the American University of Central Asia in Bishkek, pushed into the back of a van and driven to Osh, four hundred miles to Kyrgyzstan’s far-flung south, where a roomful of women she did not know badgered her to marry a man she had never met.… Read More “HER OWN FLESH AND BONE by Timothy Kenny”
HOUSE HUNTING by Susan Coronel
The downstairs guest room migrates
into the slipstream, tumbling
over insolent rocks.… Read More “HOUSE HUNTING by Susan Coronel”
SECOND THOUGHTS, NEW YORK, 1999 by Michael Howerton
Richard Beller, an accountant from Madison, nearing fifty, father of three and recently estranged from his life, awoke unexpectedly, finding himself wrapped in sweat-soaked sheets in a dingy New York hotel, the radiator blasting heat into the tiny blank room despite the mild November weather, with no premonition that this day would be the last of his trip.… Read More “SECOND THOUGHTS, NEW YORK, 1999 by Michael Howerton”
HOLDING COURT by Wendy Blaxland
At night she sleeps on cardboard
near the concrete station entrance.… Read More “HOLDING COURT by Wendy Blaxland”
LOTION TONIGHT by Donna Weaver
Lotion Tonight
From her blue armchair I can still hear mom yelling for me
to massage her feet with lotion.… Read More “LOTION TONIGHT by Donna Weaver”
FLORA by Katie Zeigler
For the third time that week, Flora’s nightgown was wet.… Read More “FLORA by Katie Zeigler”