After Dinner Conversation: Philosophy

“Doctor Blume,” I whispered, “I’m tripolar.” Doctor Blume pursed her lips, leaned back in her brown leather desk chair, removed her horn-rimmed spectacles, and began polishing them with the end of her cornflower blue cashmere cardigan. Then, slowly,

This magazine exists in a niche of one. Best I can tell, no other literary magazine so directly does what we do. And yet, what we do is a bell in the night. Short fiction that focuses on better understanding the foundations of our choices and values.

Mike left the motel in Kirksville around seven thirty Sunday morning and drove for two hours before arriving in Gardenia. The town itself wasn’t much to look at, with a population barely reaching seven thousand, but the community was diverse and bust

When Peter Schofield woke up that morning there was a red icon flashing in his vision. That was unusual, he had programmed his implant to hold anything except family issues until after his first coffee. He triggered the icon and his vision filled wit

I walked down the road with a hunched back and a wet cigarette in my mouth—the fire had died a while back. My hands were tucked into the pockets of my jacket, and my hair fell over my face, limiting my sight. But I wasn’t really seeing where I was go

Losi came home from school with a body from the Empathery. Carol stood in the kitchen making lasagna. The garage door slammed, and she wiped a strand of hair off her forehead with the back of her wrist. She listened to her children kicking off their

Jeffrey Feingold is a writer of short stories and essays in Boston. His work appears in magazines, such as the international Intrepid Times, and in The Bark. Jeffrey’s work has also been published by award-winning literary reviews and journals, inclu

I’d never seen a Bentley Mulsanne in the flesh, not even in the chop shops where I sold the luxury cars I boosted. Yet there it was, parked behind an inner-city soup kitchen with its signature hood ornament of silver wings stretched wide to the heave

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My daughter’s getting married. She is thirty-two and beautiful. I remember—it seems like just the other day—when she was sprawled and breathless. There she was, flat on her back, covered by pink panda pajamas, the odor of sleep drenched in her pillow