By Will Evans The sign on the wooden railing said, “Be shark smart. Know your risk when entering the water. Recent sightings here. Do not swim with seals.” The two men stood beside it, peering over the empty beach forty feet below the bluff. The sky was a blushing indigo at the far reach of the water, and the waves were small but perfect, lines like endless corduroy stretching over the sea. One man turned to the other. “Nothing,” he said, and shrugged, frowned, chewed his lip

By Erin Bondo Imagine a hole. Make it bigger and bigger, like the lake sturgeon your Dad’s been crowing about since 1992 , and deeper and...

by Stuart Watson   All the trendy weather people warned about climate refugees. Millions of people, migrating north to escape the heat,...

By Jennifer J. Meyer   Stacey’s head pounded like the bass in last night’s cover band. With a moan, she rolled out of bed and slipped...