THE EVER-PRESENT TEMPTATION to water down the Jim Beam flitted through Miri's mind as she turned the emptying bottle bottom-up. The sloped interior of the shot glass stared up at her, only half-brown. "Hold on, sweetie," said Miri. Her eyes did not roll but her voice did. Hers was a medium-low voice sanded down by … Continue reading The Fourth Shed
Category: Fiction
Blue Boat
WHEN I CAME DOWN HERE I met Gage, and Gage showed me Einshein’s junkyard. Einshein is a large, slovenly man, with two signature looks. One is a chewing tobacco-stained tee shirt that says “I’m With Stupid” even though he’s always by himself, so think about that, and the other, in cold weather, is a flannel … Continue reading Blue Boat
The Resurrection Project
AFTER GETTING OUT, he tried to make a new life. He moved to Upstate New York and started a resurrection project, something that would bring him back to life. It wasn’t going to be easy because he was dead inside. Life had fled from him like a beaten dog. It came back the same way. … Continue reading The Resurrection Project
2024 Pushcart Prize Nominees
Here are Hidden Peak Press' 2024 Pushcart Prize nominees.
The Lifecycle of Stars
WHEN THE ARRANGEMENTS needed to be made, I knew who to call. There are some people who have a high degree of skill and experience when it comes to such a topic, and many of them will tell you that the loss of what no longer seems to exist is only temporary. It’s one of … Continue reading The Lifecycle of Stars
Because of the Stroke
SHE WADDLED WHEN she walked, favored her left. It took her four tries to get the order right, doesn't matter what it was — groceries, breakfast, DoorDash, something from Amazon... Took her ten days to learn how to use the TV remote. She loved to cook but couldn't cook worth a damn. Her legs swelled, … Continue reading Because of the Stroke
Buy It Again
IT SEEMED IMPOSSIBLE that a book he had given away many years ago and several miles from here should now lay in his hands at this rummage sale. His first thought on seeing it was, The Norton Anthology of Modern Poetry. How I wore my copy out. Then, turning a few pages and catching glimpses … Continue reading Buy It Again
Scion
AGAIN HE HAD NOTHING to do. Well, not exactly nothing. His inbox was full of applications for building permits. Work a clerk could do, for fuck’s sake. No, work a clerk should do. Not him, a member of the Virginia Bar with responsibilities. And a Faber in fact if not in name. His brass name … Continue reading Scion
Heat Wave
"YOU MARRIED?" asks Jake, the Uber driver. We are paused at a light downtown. The Prius hums, and chilly air seeps from the vent. "Uh, no," I reply. "You mean ever?" He barks a laugh into the rearview mirror. "No man, like right now." He turns down the rat-tat-tat of DJ Khaled on the radio. … Continue reading Heat Wave
A Man Without Prudence
THE CAT WAS BACK, which was fine with Sanders because he sure as hell wasn’t getting any writing done. Hadn’t the whole time he’d been here. Blame the cold, the rain, and now the cat. Even when it was dry, the magnificent desolation of North Wales distracted him, too. This soaked, mewling, clay-colored cat gargoyled … Continue reading A Man Without Prudence