Resolution by Andrew Joyce {Excerpt)

Huck looked at Molly and nodded. She stood with such force that she knocked her chair backwards and it started to fall. She had her gun out and in her hand before the chair hit the floor. The scraping noise of the chair as Molly stood turned the men’s attention from the gold to the […]

A Conversation with a Friend

I was hanging out the other night at the Tiki Hut, minding my own business, when a voice behind me said, “Hey man, what’s up?” I should first explain that the Tiki Hut is an edifice here at the marina where I live. The denizens of said marina congregate there on occasion to commune with […]

Got Love

My name is Tommy and I have something to say. I’m nineteen, I am in love for the very first time, and I want to tell you about it. I want to tell the world about it! My parents were killed in an automobile accident when I was five. Having no other family, I was […]

Beauty and the Beast

Once upon a time, there lived a beautiful princess whose every wish and whim was the law of the land. Her every desire, no matter the difficulty in obtaining it, was fulfilled. Her father, the king, had brought her up to believe that his kingdom—everyone and everything in it—was hers to do with as she […]


This tale is mostly true: My great-grandmother crossed the plains going to the promised land of California in a covered wagon. The year was 1866. She left St. Louis, Missouri, eight months after the end of the Civil War. Her name was Rebecca Joyce. Her husband, Jeremiah, drove the wagon as Rebecca walked alongside—there was […]

A Sleepy, Dusty Delta Day

A Sleepy Dusty Delta Day (With Apologies to Bobbie Gentry) It was a sleepy, dusty delta day. I was out in the field, picking cotton—down in the lower forty. Momma came to me with the news. My man killed himself. Henry was my life. Henry was my everything. He was a long way from home […]

Good-Bye Maimi

For the first time in my life, I’m in love. And I think she feels the same about me. That’s the good news. The bad news is that we may have to break up . . . sort of. Shit happens. Allow me to explain. Her name is Jill; we met early on a Sunday […]