The 2014 Fiction & Poetry Contest

  • NEVER CHANGE

    NEVER CHANGE

    Goodie promised to pick me up and there he was, waiting outside the small airport, khaki jumpsuit bleached in the sunlight, arms crossed, leaning against his truck, and that grin of his, cut hungry across his face. He looked like a clever little lizard. Hey, he said, look at you. A prop plane coughed...

  • A COOL DARK PLACE

    A COOL DARK PLACE

    The main reason for our hair problems is damage. Even daily wear and tear can damage your hair and leave it looking dry and dull. In case of accidental ingestion, contact poison control immediately. Store in a cool dark place. Waking up is the worst decision and I make it every day. For the first...

  • SURVIVING THE WARM MONTHS

    SURVIVING THE WARM MONTHS

    The fires began taking a toll on our family the summer after we said our vows and moved into the new house. Bill and I struggled through it, along with the dog. The baby didn’t seem to notice. Caroline was 14. I wished she had started smoking instead. It began with candles in restaurants. A few...

  • PETER PAN IN THE CATACOMBS

    The building’s foundation respected the corpses.It lay above the graves, he noticedbut lofted, not right on topso the dead bodies could breathe. He always refused to wrinkle.He’s furrowed his brow butonce the curiosity settledHis face became lineless again. That’s how he charmed her:Teases, pokes,...

  • DEAD ANIMAL PICKUP*

    DEAD ANIMAL PICKUP*

    There is a pile of dead rats on the porchOf the vacant next to our houseThere is a foul odor from next doorDrifting towards our houseI ask that the city please remove these rats * Words and image found on the Baltimore 311 app   << Back to Fiction & Poetry 2013

  • NOW THE NIGHT IS ONE BLUE DEW

    for James Agee someone suggests we drag the television onto the lawninto that bell jar of static the night has no part of usfattened on shadows and rice and a few cheap fingers of liquorour bodies oiled clocks each blade of grassbroadcast a different signal so there isn’t grassbut a small ocean...

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