Three Stories by Scott Hilton
Wellsbury By Scott Hilton “Whole or skim for your Latte?” The barista's expectant eyes grab you while she pushes a lock of hair behind her ear. “Whole and a…
Wellsbury By Scott Hilton “Whole or skim for your Latte?” The barista's expectant eyes grab you while she pushes a lock of hair behind her ear. “Whole and a…
The Saffron Gatherer after Minoan fresco Akrotiri, Greece Before dawn before heat of island sun shadow figures descend in dark to fields along rocky paths…
At four, you try and try again, say you’ll never learn but persist pushing breath through pursed wet lips in a silent stream of hope to master acoustic acrobatics. …
After all these years, I still remember the whistles. Mortars did that as they reached their target, gliding through the air while singing the morning conversations of birds. Until they…
Brussels Sprouts A Free Verse Poem By Karen Tichnor She always fantasized grown daughters would cook with her in the kitchen help wash dishes — chat it up talk about…
Norman, the leader of the pack, had a key position on the shelf. Third shelf down at eyelevel for most viewers. He had decided that enough was enough. He was…
Lovell, Maine A Sunday in June After the impact, the giant animal had writhed on the hood of Harry Bartlett's Crown Victoria Police Interceptor vehicle. It…
Prologue They say the truth lies somewhere in the middle. It’s what the cops and neighbors say when they’re summoned out to quell the latest hallway fight, the battering, the…
Two Poems by Kathleen Granchelli LILAC Your fragrance ephemeral like your namesake, Syringa, evading the forest god hunting you, shapeshifting into lavender abundance— one being hidden in another— a lilac shrub, glorious…