Two Poems from Lindsey Gilbert
Whodunit House Two are striking: grandfather and mantel. The old clock rectifies the new clock’s brain. They’ll be bashing it out if we don’t intervene. We are the constable. Take out your notebook. Under this shade is a lamp with a switch: three clicks for full brightness. Find out where it’s going. Two fans: ceiling […]
Fiction from Matthew Serback
You’re Telling Me Pro Wrestling Isn’t Real? (Part XVII) “And what you see before you is the greatest example of evolution that you will ever see.” – Triple H YOU HAD LEFT me there—all scrambled and intertwined with the wires of your television. There were black wires with green tips and white wires with blue […]
Three Fictions from Martin Keaveney
. Carcass Dead carcass sinks. We watch. Dragonfly passes. Old, worn, out. Out, worn, old. This is where it ends, the trees begin, the heat begins. This is where it began, where it ends. We don’t move through generations, don’t love through generations. Not like the boggy mess, twenty million in the ground. Use rings […]
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