By JohnCarl McGrady Every day at 6:00 AM, Howard Douglas woke up, stumbled blearily free of his thin cotton sheets, kissed his pale, sallow wife on the forehead, grabbed his tin lunchbox and walked to the Amazon warehouse.  In the plaza outside the warehouse stood a tall statue of an angel, marble wings outstretched, arms … Continue reading Ascendant

The Mockingbirds

By Anna Popnikolova “Hillary? Hey, Hillary?” “Yes?” “Would you-” The girl pauses, eyes squinted against warm May’s glare. “Would you get down from there?” The girl on the roof does not respond, her eyes upon the flock of birds streaking the sky overhead. She reaches her arm out towards them as if, by stretching it … Continue reading The Mockingbirds