Fiction from Kathryn Kulpa
Photo: Michael Olsen What the Selkies Know It’s easy enough to become human if you really want to. The mermaids are so dramatic about it, tongues lopped off in terrible sacrifice, filling the ocean with their blood, their silent tears. Dry air rasping through their lungs like fire. The agonies they bear, these martyred fish-wives. […]
Poetry from Lara Arikan
Photo: ekrem osmanoglu In the village in the weeds they sucked…………it out of me i never heard it squeal i never heard it cry there was no………..delivery it’s out of me now . . Lara Arikan is an Ankara-based poet and electronic musician. Some of Lara’s work has appeared in Bilkent University’s weekly publication Bilkent […]
Fiction from Lila Rabinovich
Photo: Marten Bjork Careful There The girl peeks through the shop window, which is covered with Christmas decorations this time of year. She’s curious about what’s inside. Cute pencils with fluffy tops, probably, and colorful socks and little stuffed owls and such. From outside, she can see a rack of pink and blue t-shirts, a […]
Fiction from Alexandra M. Matthews
Photo: Jordon Conner Clare Clare was all teeth and giggles, biting the edge of her cup. Ethan was coming to the concert. They had been texting for weeks. She tore the bottom away from the cup. It looked like a small paper crown. “What if I give this to him?” She placed it on my […]
Poetry from Beverly Burch
Photo: Ilkka Kärkkäinen Incantation to Avian Followers Keep a green tree in your heart and perhaps a singing bird will come. — Chinese proverb A halo of feathers and chorusing. Such a twitter, such love songs. Wings beating wildly, devotion trembles in the air. Stupid warblers, a little red sprig is my heart. Angel-squawkers. Fledgling disciples. […]
Poetry from KG Newman
Photo: Mick Haupt The Pride Acre Bison extinction redux, assured technology to autofeed the orange calves backfiring but ignored: ………………..hence full-size skeleton ribcages ………………..strewn across our dream on the plains, ………………..the kids with no friends and plucking ………………..sad harmonies on dried, stretched sinew ………………..just to drown out the loud farmhouse kitchen. The machine of decisions […]
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