Prose

The Peach Boy

Each birth came too early, the samurai’s daughter producing a peach pit with the face of a crying boy or girl.

Poetry

“Short Cuts” and other poems

I didn’t know that girl was in my belly until the heartburn set in, acid foaming into my esophagus and escaping in a huff of steam wafting silver moonward.

Fairy-Tale Files

Scheherazade

He made his choice. He still speaks, still lives.

Leatherman

He rarely spoke, and never revealed his identity or the reason for his endless trek.

To Take a Woman’s Voice

Because she cannot speak, the prince views her as a favorite pet

Is This the Real Life?

It’s a clear case of alternative facts over objective reality

Pins & Needles

Pins & Needles No. 52: Joel Hans

Magic mirrors have nothing on smartphones, after all.

Pins & Needles No. 51: Jon Riccio

We’re always open to poems that excel in the chemistry of meaning and language, those that push past straight-up retellings

Pins & Needles No. 50: Caleb Washburn

The movement always reminded me more of ballet; a gorgeous balance between synchronicity and chaos.

Pins & Needles No. 49: Kellie Wells

I exit the bed each morning with the fond, if futile, hope that perhaps today…