This is the city in which time converges, an unstable zone where back then is now again as it will…
Paulette Jones, nee Williams, sat on an empty bench facing the Willamette River together with a coffee fast going cold,…
Tracy Rose Stamper dances with words. Her middle name is the most significant word that she has written lately during…
This Ten Word Story was typed on a manual Triumph DeJUR typewriter, c. 1957. Let’s call her Trudy. Humble and…
Jeremy Shaban has had a short story published in The Mochila Review. This Ten Word Story was typed on a…
Sam Ginsburg is an engineer. Flunked college English twice. Ten words, his attention span. This Ten Word Story was typed…
We’re only here for the summer, living in tee shirts, sandals, Waking early, to watch sunlight rise over the hill.…
“What memory really keeps is the cargo, the equity we have in our life.” —Frank Gilbert when a wheel carries…
I break enough dishes to fill the recycling cart. When she runs away again, I stand in the backyard and…
A hundred years and more ago we fled Exchanging the sweet air of the mountains For the dust of the…
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