The Rental
At first I refused to leave the house in a robe in front of the new neighbors, and now it hangs open while I take out the trash.
My Brother, the Salmon
He’s swimming upstream again, dogged and lean, ready to spawn his latest ideas. I wonder aloud if perhaps he doesn’t need to have all the answers.
Liberado
The old man strolls down Avinguda Gaudi, shopping sack in hand, unburdened by clothing. He seems perfectly decent with his trim, white beard and hairless torso.
Iron Shoes
My parents, Olive, and I arrive at Uncle Don’s Memorial cookout after a day spent laying flowers at graves.
Announcing the 2025 NFFR Prize Longlist
Congratulations to all authors represented on the 2025 NFFR Prize longlist.