by Robert Grant Price We had a good life in Rolling Meadows, so I don’t understand why Monica and her girlfriends wanted to build a homeless shelter in our town. I learned about it through Facebook. On a sweltering Saturday afternoon, after mowing the lawn, I slipped back inside our air-conditioned house and dropped myself …
by Jonathan Gourlay I decide to climb down the gorge, past the rice paddies and water buffalos, to the rocky canyon where nothing grows. Beautiful day. Clear skies framed by the mountains on either side of the gorge. Children run around the square paths formed by earthen walls surrounding the paddies. They throw stones, trying …
by Jake Williams The kids are screaming. Blurring flashes of red and white, spinning heads lolled back, clenched fingers gripping. Their voices get closer, further, then closer again in a dizzying maelstrom. Parents watch indifferently or join the screams. I hate working the Waltzer. You can’t help but get dizzy even with Dougie’s tricks, finding …