February 16, 2017

In what order are events stored in our memories?

My brain edits our days down to scrapbook snapshots: our brown legs, entwined on a ship’s deck; your bikini-framed belly, round and taut as a beachball; the veins of my arms like lines on a roadmap home...

February 15, 2017

Sunlight streamed through the window and followed the old man. Five measured steps. Pivot. Five more the opposite direction. Repeat. He paused only when a white-coated figure silently emerged from the room. “Hank. How is she?”

The younger man shook hi...

February 14, 2017

“I can’t leave her now, she’s already gone.”

Dad gets up and fiddles with the kettle. He fills it with more water, even though our cups are full, water still steaming.

I’ve been away from home for too long. The wallpaper in the kitchen is still the sam...

February 13, 2017

I swing the braided strap over my shoulder, inhale the leather’s musk. I am collecting, like snapshots, all the little acts of leaving her, filing them away as proof that I took action. I pull open the door, walk through it.

I knew I should travel lig...

February 12, 2017

Franchesca leaned against the brick wall and waited for the numb feeling to take over as she let the tiny bag slip from her fingers, drop slowly to the pavement at her feet, and become just one more of the dozens of “tenderloin butterflies”: baggies...

February 11, 2017

Yours is the bleakest of evenings and yes, I do know who you are. Thin-lipped, unsmiling, resting your head in your hands. You offer me nothing, not even a candle’s flicker from your shuttered house. I lit my last match after the sun fell, then climb...

February 10, 2017

The front door slammed. Roger’s boots clomped along the floor towards me in the bedroom. The sound stopped near the bed.

“Marcy, you’re in the same position as when I left this morning.” He sighed.

He leaned over to give me a kiss, but I pulled my legs...

February 9, 2017

Everyone stopped talking when they crossed the threshold. Each visitor peered into the long, freshly-hewn pine box that lay on the table. Some of them kneeled and mouthed words. All of them spoke softly to the tired woman with auburn hair and red-rim...

February 8, 2017

It was my sister Anja who suggested the Erie Zoo. We were on the rocks so I took my girlfriend for a lunch date. I wanted it to be magical for us. Walking the open gravel paths a warm breeze playfully ruffled my hair. Sunlight dappled and winked thro...

February 7, 2017

The bay thrashes against itself like a dying eel. It’s a warm August night, and somewhere in Pocomoke Sound, a tiny skiff is buffeted by the chop. There’s a woman up front with binoculars and a man in the back who’s been rowing for hours. Fortunately...

February 6, 2017

The stranger came to Karamea with two bullets, and left with only one. It was Len Carlyle he put down: some old grudge from the Māori wars up north, maybe. Din’t matter: stranger came to town, stranger left Len Carlyle bleeding in the mud, stranger r...

February 5, 2017

There are times to treasure, and people to treasure.


“Pair of jacks.”

“Full house!”

The grownups traded loud stories between endless poker hands. I was five and exhausted, pretending I couldn’t hear. it seemed I’d barely drifted asleep when a shr...

February 4, 2017

“You wander around too much. Can’t sit still,” Jamie said to himself in a voice deeper than his own. “Just post up someplace, boy.” He kicked at whatever brush fell underfoot as he went. Leaves went flying. Sometimes the rotting leaves from last fall...

February 3, 2017

I never wanted children. He and I agreed before we got married that we weren’t going to have kids. But accidents happen — as I counted the pills in the package in one hand, and the number of days I was late on the other, I was filled with equal parts...

February 2, 2017

I have this idea that as we go through life, we tie knots in ourselves. Knots tied loosely to allow for easy release, or tied tightly to handle their intended load. Sometimes, we tie these knots in others; and we undo those which hold us down.

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The Carrier

First Book of Lasts

The Mother





Waiting Room

Acts of Leaving

High Above, the Crown of Stone


The Hunter



Susan's Gone


Hon. Men.
A Room Filled With Angels

A Shattering








The Other Girl





Becoming Present

Dissonance Stirs

Comfort and Decoy

Letting Go


The Meteor Shower

The New Economy



The Contest

Eta Carinae


Grave Memories

For Richer, For Poorer


In The Block

Fractured Reflections

Moot Point

Letting Go, Reaching Out


It Hurts My Heart

Into the Darkness

Still Jazz

The Opening Act

The Last Days of Summer

No Place Like Home

Miss Vera

The Brain Storm




Infectious Personality


The Thrill of the Chase

The Rose Tower

Already Gone

The Loss of Magdalene’s Star

Death of a Goddess


She’s Already Gone

My Narcissistic Mother

Together and Alone


Uniquely Us


The Rescue

Journey and Jorge

Among the Metal People

Space, Adventure, and Lithium Mining?

Decisions, Decisions

Too Late




The Terrible Ifs Accumulate


Dream Girl


Alternative History

Rising Son

The Woods

Still Missing


Swan song

The Meeting

The Flickering Light and The Moth

The Keli I Knew

The Light Inside

Beard Magic

Farm Animal


The Price of Right

Farewell Fate

Just One More

Whisper Words of Wisdom

Those Who Leave

Silent Heart

The Summer Holiday

Déjà Vu

The Dance

The Barrow Witch

Light Keepers



Father of the Year

Fae Morna




The 3.10 to Accidental Enlightenment


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Fiction War Magazine is a quarterly independent literary journal published by Wolvesburrow Productions, Chicago.