Longing to step away from the world, we bought a house in a rustic beach town where weatherworn picket fences were buried aslant by migrating sands and where people moved through their days in a brightly-illuminated present. Soon we did, too, and we felt some relief as we became similarly unworried by the past. But … Continue reading »
Category Archives: Short Story
Art / Painting / Short Story
Voices & Spirit World by Glenn Johnson
Rosilda Enos nervously stared out the window of the tribal van. Coyotes, their gourd yellow eyes reflecting the glare of the van’s headlamps were trotting back to their dens after a night of hunting. Bats swooped in and out of the beam’s light snatching their last mouthfuls of insects. Soon the night creatures would all … Continue reading »
What Do You Know? by William Cass
After I visited my son in the convalescent wing, sang him his regular songs, rocked him, tucked him in, kissed him goodnight, I went out and sat in my car. I was relieved he’d come through his latest surgical procedure and was back in his room. After a few moments, it dawned on me: just … Continue reading »
Art / Painting / Short Story
INDIAN MOON MESSAGE by Glenn Johnson
If you ask the government, they’ll probably deny it. If you ask the Navajo, they’ll laugh and say it’s so. The April morning air was brisk. A gentle breeze from the east nudged cloud wisps across the turquoise sky. Johnathan Etcitty kept as close an eye on his 10 year old grandson, Greg, as he … Continue reading »
The Chicken Valdostana by Adam Riglian
You’re going to love this place, it’s just perfect. There’s nowhere else I’d rather go,” Jackson said to his trailing colleague. “Can’t we just sit down?” Paul replied. “We can sit down when we get there. You’ll love it, trust me.” Jackson put both index fingers into his mouth and blew hard. He reached his … Continue reading »
Curves by Trisha Ricketts
Salvatore Giacondo felt the hole crater inside him. He tried to ignore it as he slipped a finger through the dainty teacup handle. A tradition. To sip Earl Grey from Maisie’s Belleek tea set on St. Paddy’s day. Her day. The mere curve of the teapot brought her full into view as she poured tea: … Continue reading »
Art / Feature / Photography / Poetry / Prose / Short Story
St. Patrick’s Day Submissions
We have one poem scheduled for St. Patrick’s Day. If anyone else would like to join the merry bandwagon, please email your writing, photography or art about to this holiday to bluehourmagazine@gmail.com. The editors will choose three submissions for 3/17/13. Thank you for reading, contributing and following The Blue Hour. Continue reading »
Soldier Boy by Michael C. Keith
‘I’m very brave generally,’ he went on in a low voice. –– Lewis Carroll Being a soldier had instilled in Carson Tuttle a sense of pride he had lacked. Indeed, in his young mind, soldiering validated his existence. Until he was sworn into the U.S. Army, he was just another high school dropout with few … Continue reading »
The Current Market by James Curtiss
There was a time when coke was much cheaper. But that was after all in the 90s; and what’s more, its rise in price is nothing compared to what taxes have done to smoking. Two when I started, seven bucks is the going rate for a pack of smokes in Ann Arbor. But coke is … Continue reading »
A Call for Submissions about Home
Home is always the impossible subject, multilayered and maddening.-Paul Theroux We’d like your writing, photography, and art about the concept of home. A place that evokes joy or angst, or both at the same time. Filled with memories that knock on walls and patter on old windows. We’ll start publishing submissions on this theme beginning … Continue reading »
