Them People

Them People

Them People By Carole Harris Barton I saw her on the street when I entered the coffee shop. Waiting for my drink, I silently hoped the homeless woman would be gone when I left. She wasn’t. She’s going to hit me up for a handout, I just know it. “Hey, lady,” said the...

We Were Nine

By Brianna Blacklock 111 Sherwood Circle, Minot Air Force Base, North Dakota. I forget the zip. I can get there without it. × “You know drinking milk makes your boobs grow big,” Heleina said, her pasty legs dangling from the tree branch we always climbed in our...

Mitzel

By Janet Richards A sauerbraten roast simmers on the stove and the pungent smell of red cabbage and spatzel permeates the air. My Austrian grandma, Mitzel, is up to her elbows in cucumbers and sour cream as she churns the mixture with her hands in a shallow plastic...

Untitled: Grace Dudley

By Grace Dudley Well, here I am yet again… Sitting , pondering, hoping for answers. So many questions. Not enough answers. Why do these thoughts run through my head? Why can’t I make sense out of life?  Out of why people come into my life, and leave without a...