Category: Side A

Side A Flash Fiction: “Husband-Safe” by Sophie Newman

Husband-Safe Carolina didn’t know when the pain began, but one day she bit into a cracker, and it arrived like a needle through her jaw. She avoided that side of her mouth for weeks in hopes that it might disappear on its own, but when it didn’t, she had no choice. At the dentist, the…
Side A Hybrid: “shroud trick” by Amelia K

Step 1. Start with a square sheet of paper with the white side facing up. Fold the paper in half horizontally. Crease it well and then unfold it.[1] Step 2. Fold the paper in half vertically. Crease it well and then unfold it.[2] Step 3. Fold the corner of the paper to the center. You’ll do this on…
Side A Flash Fiction: “Olive Gabardine” by Kevin Grauke

Olive Gabardine Every night I’d go home and complain to my wife about him—how he could never count out the correct change, how I’d find him asleep in the bathroom and the breakroom and the janitor’s closet, how he always wore the same pair of pants with a hole in the crotch that was impossible…
Side A Poetry Collaboration: “dear denver,” by Terence Degnan & Denver Butson

Dear New York, For reasons unwilling to be revealed// My father is no longer with you// Grief as a tree has warned me// that I have my weapons misordered// birds come and go// willows dry// fall into the creek// Grief doesn’t follow any of these// James was killed by a falling machine// Falling grief, grief…
Side A Poem: “Honestly” by Tony Gloeggler

Honestly To pass the hours I spendby her bedside, I ask moma lot of questions, some dumbto make her laugh about fartson elevators, falls in hotel halls,her famous poor eyesight,walking into wrong bathrooms,setting her beehive hair-doon fire with her lit cigarette.Anything to take her mindoff her pain, a breathfrom boredom. Some questionsuncover things I never…
New Story for Side A: “Dark Rhymes” by Peter Gordon

Dark Rhymes They’re waiting for him in a Greek diner on 9th Avenue, hanging all the way in the back, in the last booth before the bathrooms. None of them look up as he approaches. He might as well be a ghost. Without lowering his paper Paul says, “Have a seat, Joel.” There’s no room…
“Why?”: A Video Poem for Side A by Justin Hamm

Why? There’s a boy who beats an invisible drum and a boy who loves nothing more than to stand in the weeds and to run his fingers over the rough wood of the neighbor’s barn and a boy who hides from his chores and a boy who wants to parlay with his own confusion and…
“The Weight,” a flash nonfiction for Side A by Aleina Grace Edwards

The Weight Eleven Look at you, cutie, you’re all skin and bones! Maya’s mom beams at me and scoops homemade mac and cheese onto my plate. I’m wearing her daughter’s T-shirt and a pair of cotton shorts; both are too big for me. I smile back, encouraged. My arms, always too long for my body, move…
Side A Fiction: “Pieterjan Thyjssen” by Hugh Behm-Steinberg

Pieterjan Thyjssen For Peter Bullen One day during my morning walk I ran into Jim sporting the most staggering of haircuts. All the people around us, with their boring lives, their tedious bangs and fauxhawks, walking their shallow dogs, oblivious to the very concept of absolute beauty, each became entangled in leashes as their animals…