Swimmers in Winter

Faye Guenther

I can’t read Lucille’s smile. I know her name, and that’s all. We only met a moment ago, in a back room so dark you have to look twice to tell anything.

New York


Gina Nutt

I look up online inventory for a record shop three minutes from my front door, a bar and Bad Religion. ...

The West


Marco Lean

Lorraine’s listening.   Is that rustling? Lorraine opens her mouth to breathe with stillness; her full aloof lips slightly apart—a ...