Sumitra Singam Listen to Sumitra read her prose poem The Lulu Lemon women talk of Romeo and Juliet between sets of bicep curls because Lovefool comes on over the speakers and they remember studying…

by Lori Cramer Wide awake well into the night, the two tweens, side by side in glittery purple sleeping bags, giggle and gab about the careers they’ll pursue (choreography for one, cosmetology for...

The midday sun filters through blinds and dust motes as I walk into the empty fencing salle. The noise from the city streets melts into the creak of polished wood and the high- pitched hum of the over...

The SmokeLong Grand Micro Contest (The Mikey) is now an annual competition celebrating and compensating the best micro fiction and nonfiction online. The grand prize winner of The Mikey is automatical...

Dad’s a rock star. You know the type. Wild hair. Leather pants. Naked-lady tattoos. He’s never around for any father-and-son stuff, always away on some sold-out stadium tour. For my 12th birthday, ...

by Getty Images – Unsplash by Joanna Theiss “Scooch,” she says and squeezes next to me on the bench paralleling the field where our brothers play baseball. Hers will get picked for travel ball then al...

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Dawn Tasaka StefflerShe always knew there was a mean girl inside of her.

Temple in a City literary journal of flash fiction, poetry, art and letters

In those final days by Laura Besley it was my ex-husband who cared for me. I like to think he did it for the children’s sake and not for some sort of praise or morbid fascination. (In our final day…