Madeline

By Nicole Mancha I shift in my chair for the fifth time in twice as many minutes, attempting to relieve the discomfort of the stiff metal backing against my spine. Dr. Maryanne Warner sits across from me, scribbling furiously. It’s exhausting to watch, so I cannot even imagine how it must be for her. SheContinue reading “Madeline”

A Letter from Sheri

By Cheryl Gyant “A Letter from Sheri” is a story inspired by the 1986 California serial killer murders executed by Charles Ng and Leonard Lake. Cheryl Gyant, the author says “I began writing a book in 2001 about how it felt to be adopted. As a child, I was led to believe that my biologicalContinue reading “A Letter from Sheri”

Follow The Stream Back Up

By Charles Jacobson On a bitter January morning, when Richie and I should have been trudging through the snow to our IT classes at the University of Minnesota, our backs were jammed against a freezing curb, wrangling a junkyard transmission into a ‘53 Packard straight-eight.  The massive car was jacked up on blocks. The UltramaticContinue reading “Follow The Stream Back Up”

Suicide Squeeze: Colton Lacombe’s Return to Baseball.

By Jason P. Reed Stepping into the batter’s box at Bengal park had a way of transporting Colton Lacomb to Little League in Lake Charles, Louisiana, where he first made a name for himself. Never mind that he was a 21 year old freshman. And never mind that the pitchers he faced clocked in theContinue reading “Suicide Squeeze: Colton Lacombe’s Return to Baseball.”

The Education of a Young Gentleman

By Charlie Jacobson And I eat men like air.—from Plath, Sylvia. “Lady Lazarus.” 1962. *** “Charles!” “Uh?” “Richie has a flat.” I rolled out of bed and stumbled after my mother into the kitchen. She thrust a receiver into my hand and lit a Chesterfield. I grunted. “Richie?” “Git your ass over here.” The lineContinue reading “The Education of a Young Gentleman”

Swimming Under Barges

By Jason P. Reed You couldn’t practice swimming under a barge and coming out the other side alive. It was something you had to just do. Or not. Most guys didn’t. Wouldn’t even think of it. But sixteen year old Neville Breaux wasn’t most guys. There was something about his chemical makeup that made himContinue reading “Swimming Under Barges”