Hubris

editor's note

Flying too close to the sun by Alison Stedman
It’s a classic concept. Pride to excess, “sublime arrogance” in the face of the gods, “dangerous overconfidence” (hubris), resulting in retribution and downfall (nemesis).

poetry

Less Than We Are by Kailyn Kausen
we stumble
searching
locating ourselves
projecting to the world
what we’ve become
Campus by Emily F. Butler
No one sympathizes
with twenty-somethings
(Not a cloud in your
sky!) as if sexy thighs
imply happiness.
Los Angeles by Laurinda Lind
You stayed
as if you were a lucky species
starting an ecosystem rooted
in being rich enough.
Class Action by Laurinda Lind
Here's mom, she's still
embarrassed by the cheap
loafers she loved

fiction

Old Enough by Doug Brown
Before I tell you what happened, I want you to know that I know stealing is not the right thing to do. If I told my Pop I was caught stealing he would probably knock me square in the jaw. He would say something like “you know better than that now, your Pop taught you better than taking something from someone” and then he would knock me right in the jaw.
I Don't Think So by William Cass
There was only one open stool at the bar, so Glenn took it.  It was at the short L on the bar’s far end.  Two women about his age sat next to him on the last two stools of the long section.  They each had an empty martini glass and a full, cloudy one in front them.  They were leaned into one another in conversation.
Salvage by Matthew Fairchild
He swam over to the chain leading down to the anchor, starting down alongside it with one hand holding onto it to make sure that he did not drift away. The worst thing that could happen would be for him to lose his orientation on the way down and not even make it to the destroyer after rushing over to beat Amy and taking on so much risk. Near the surface, the sun still shone brightly, with rays of light penetrating the water and illuminating plankton and particles of dirt.
My Tragic Flaws by Mary Beth Hoerner
First, let me tell you how little and skinny Kim was. In gym, she was the one waving at the top of the pyramid; I was the one with the pulsing red face down on all fours. And I could wrap my thumb and forefinger around her wrist, but I couldn’t do that to my own, which she said proved I was fat, like I didn’t own a mirror. The thing was, Kim had eight girls in her family and I had seven, which I thought bonded us, like war buddies—friends for life.  
After the Love by David DeFusco
Jane plugged the buds into her ears and placed her smartphone on the shelf above the sink. She squeezed dishwashing liquid onto a sponge and ran the water over a stack of dishes and pans. The song “I want to be sedated” buzzed in her ears. She felt rushed, anxious. He was liking photos again of ex-girlfriends and pretty women with duck lips and windswept hair and big breasts. She fumbled a mug, the handle’s thick loop splintering off on impact.

nonfiction

Reality Check by Mary Donaldson-Evans
"You look like an actress from my country.”

I raised my eyes from the menu to examine the young waiter who had just spoken to me.  I looked like an actress!  Wow!  In my younger years, I was sometimes told that I resembled Mary Tyler Moore, and that was always balm for my ego.  However, at 73, I was an old woman now, and it had been a long time since I had received such a compliment.