by James Callan The mountainside was showing off her autumn wardrobe. Looked like it was on fire. She didn’t stop at the water’s edge. That hot collage of red, orange, and gold; bits of brown and a smidge of stubborn, summer green. Seamless with the real thing, that portrait of mid-October reflected in the still …
by E.P. Lande We met in France. We were both tango dancers, Argentine tango dancers, and we were touring. Nothing big, no large venues, simply high school gymnasiums and private castles in small towns that dotted the principal Route Napoléon that ran south of Paris, our tour ending in Toulouse. The other six members of …
by DK Eve I’m holding flowers and almost drop the waxy stems as you stride through the arrivals gate, chiseled in slim jeans, garment bag slung over your shoulder. Everything slows, Matrix-style, with you at the center, closing the distance between us. Since we’ve been together, we’ve both grown softer around the edges (husky-sized, you …