• Uncategorized

    Cat Tails by Ellen Miffitt

    From early childhood on, Edith was clueless even with her eyes wide open; she habitually walked into senseless brick walls of her own construction. Her parents did their best with her particular behavior set which none of the other siblings exhibited. Between Edith’s screeching, lying, crying and smashing things, they were at a loss of how to give her substantial guidance. As Edith reached her teen years the proclivity for tantrums decreased but she’d still complain to the skies above that it wasn’t her fault. It was always someone else’s fault. The perpetual blame game never included the fact that she made a series of interesting decisions that lead to…

  • Uncategorized

    The Green Scene by Christina Butcher

    “Louis, you still have food all over your mouth.” Cassie stared at him, coldly, from behind her glasses. “What do you mean, I didn’t eat that vegan food you brought me, I just threw it away.” “Well, whatever you ate, it’s hanging on corner of your mouth. Did you go foraging for food while I was in the restroom or something?” Louis eyed her incredulously, wondering how she could talk to him like that. She’d been cold towards him ever since she went home for a few weeks in over the summer. Sitting here, one month later, he wasn’t sure if she even liked him anymore. Louis got up, walked…

  • Uncategorized

    The Age of Aquarius, Aquarius by Leah Mueller

    All of my life, I’ve had mixed feelings about being an Aquarius.  As a child in the early 70s, I sought out and devoured every astrological description I could find.  I was enthralled by the little Dell paperbacks by the grocery checkout stands that, for the price of a quarter, promised answers to life’s greatest conundrums: “What Does Your Handwriting Say About YOU?” “Interpret the Symbols of Your Dreams!” and “Learn to Read Your Own Face.” There were racks of little books devoted to each astrological sign, and I peeked through the descriptions of all of them, as I waited in line to buy cigarettes for my parents.  In one…

  • Uncategorized

    Tyr’s Wrath by Martin Chase

    Crimson soil, soaked in blood Of mine kin, of gods slaughtered By most fiendish blade. Their bodies strewn, entrails spilled; Father, mother, and brethren.   Odin, on his own Spear his head is impaled; Thor By poison bolts pierced, Frey, his flesh razed to ash; All else, maimed, ravaged, and torn.   Were I mortal man, With remaining fist, the gods I would damn for this.  

  • Uncategorized

    Keep Tacoma Feared by Elizabeth Beck

    Weird Tacoma Issue 15 August 22nd, 2015 Welcome, citizens, to another edition of Weird Tacoma. In this issue, we’ll be exploring the curious phenomenon of the Point Defiance Hellhole. Point Defiance is a park to be proud of, with its storied history, commitment to preservation, and sheer acreage. Like any beautiful thing, the surface need only be scratched to glimpse the dark secrets beneath. Not far from the zoo, along the scenic Five-Mile Drive is Fort Nisqually, a place where you can still visit the 1800s, where daily life and historic events are reenacted for the modern-day time traveler. One of the scenes that will never see the light of day…

  • Uncategorized

    The Plight of Bounty by Chelsea Vitone

    She sat at the long table, twirling her fork across her plate. Her mother’s forced laughter came from the head of the table and Aadhiya rolled her eyes. Her parents were throwing yet another dinner party and the swarm of the elite was almost nauseating. How could they act like everything was normal, everything was ok? Just before sunrise, her service girl Adeline, her best friend, had shook her awake, tears streaming down her face. Her brother was sick. Aadhiya watched Mrs. Hanson in her padded pant suit to make her look more ample than her hollowed cheeks belied. Dr. Nguyen wore the silk suit that he always swore was…

  • Uncategorized

    Magnum Opus by Jennifer Chushcoff

    If I must burn, burn me with my books. Let leaves fall and crisp, let poets sing me to sleep their lyrics, a lullaby. If I must burn, burn me with my books. Let loose the mad philosophers and all those clever novelists, even the fact-based wonder writers, I want it all. All the thoughts – the language of my spirit, singed in script, an alchemical triumph. If I must burn, burn me with my books.