“The Myth of Fingerprints” by Roxane Gay

It is said no two fingerprints are alike… whorls, loops and arches of flesh that separate one person’s identity from another. I leave fingerprints everywhere. In the elevator, I press the doughy pads of my fingertips against the walls, the cool metal railing, leaving an oily smudge behind. In stores I gently massage sales counters […]

“Chihuahua” by Eric Müller

Luke Hurley was his name. I remember him well though he was only around for a few months. He was the new boy at school – pale, freckled, with straight, greasy-black hair falling into his blue eyes that flitted about like a bouncy ball. A head smaller than me he looked too young to be […]

“Mother’s Day” by Judy Clement Wall

She doesn’t think about Max’s eyes, or the way his fingers felt wrapped in hers. She doesn’t think of how sunlight looked caught in the tangle of his wild hair, or the way his laughter could scramble up and down the length of her, ripple across her skin like a tickling wind. Sitting here now, […]

Sara Lippmann’s Read it Loud: “On Legos and Monsters”

This is the latest in Sara Lippmann’s Read it Loud: Notes From Storytime. To go to the column page, please click here. It’s been months since my last column because for a while now at bedtime we’ve been working on my son’s reading. My son just finished kindergarten and in kindergarten it’s all about reading […]

“Don’t Forget You Love Me” by Danny Goodman

Hannah took a long lunch and drove through the falling snow towards home. The expressway was clear of traffic but as yet unsalted, and Hannah felt the car, every few moments, gliding just above the road. She ignored the static that had replaced Joan Baez on the radio. It was a song she adored, but […]

“Crime 101” by Meg Tuite’s Exquisite Quartet

This is the latest in Meg Tuite’s Exquisite Quartet. To go to the column page, please click here. One slice of the world was magnetic, charismatic and resigned itself to nothing. It stood like a boulder on the hot, pressurized seat of duress. It had dove-white hair in two, fat matching pigtails on either side […]

“It’s Not Wrong You Know It’s Not Wrong” by Richard Chiem

I wear strange outfits when there are no people around. I wear only normal outfits when there are some people around, unless there is something startlingly happening to me like sunshine, and makes me forget the way I am or what I look like in real life. This is happening more often these days on […]

UFR Presents: iPad Drawings: “Silo” by Kara Jansson Kovacev & Shelagh Power-Chopra

They found Peter in the morning. I was in the kitchen eating shelled walnuts. He’s in the silo, my father said, and hung a blanket over my shoulders. He looked over at the cook, shrugged his shoulders and the cook sighed and stirred the soup. I walked down to the pasture, my father trailing me. […]

“The Thing that Filled First” by Doug Bond

You were a lover of views never one for things not meant to be seen, like the forgotten back lots inside dark city blocks. So I held the pen awhile, with that thought in my head, and marveled at the space around my signature, how light the lease papers looked with only one name holding […]

Five Poems by Karol Nielsen

Bloodhound Eyes Audrey is dead, suddenly, so young. I sat beside her in the youth symphony— first violin, fourth chair, behind her brother, Ben. We played Bach, Beethoven, Mozart, Liszt—chins pressed into violin rests, horsehair bows sweeping strings together. Audrey was big as a linebacker, gawky as a preteen, as spare of words and visible […]