Poetry from Megan Lynn Wilkinson
Photo: Igor Shalyminov I Thee Wed give me your name all the way to Nova Scotia sell me blue bead lilies populate the sacked city of my mind with swift wit and Chadron tilt your head show me bantering arousal pull and roll time like saltwater taffy repeating your granddad’s risk and romance packed and […]
Fiction from A.C. Koch
Photo: Jakub Dziubak My Fire Still Burns Until she found the right word, she couldn’t tell the story. Without exactly the right word, it would sound crass, or pathetic—the daydream of a delusional person. And although she could nearly taste the word, it wouldn’t come. Min-ji sipped her pineapple juice through a straw and pressed […]
Poetry from Cloe Watson
Photo: Andreas Almstedt Alone I remember the Velveteen Rabbit and his sick boy because I’m a sick girl, and I just saw a black sky, bold in its purple shadow. But velvet can be any color, and I’m a woman, was a woman when I crawled to the bathtub, stopping just short to pass out […]
Fiction from Chris Haven
Photo: Avess Chicken Little, the Later Years So Chicken Little is sitting around, and that good for nothing Turkey Lurkey comes by and says hey, the sky is falling. Chicken Little says to Turkey Lurkey you’re full of crap. And then Henny Penny and Lucy Goosey and all the other birdbrains come by and say […]
Fiction from Lauren O’Donoghue
Photo: Sunbeam Photography Formaldehyde The taxidermist’s wife was just that until the day her husband died. Now she is simply the taxidermist. People bring her their corpses, kills and companions both, and she resurrects them with borax and cotton wool. Her small, careful hands are suited for the work. Her incisions are clean and her […]
Nonfiction from shannon layne
Photo: LouAnn Clark If hope is the thing with feathers, and I am full of eggs, am I a bird? Forty antral follicles is too many. If you think, as I did, the more the merrier, you’d be wrong. Since each antral follicle contains an egg chock full of hormones, too many of them means […]
Fiction from Anthony Varallo
Photo: Krzysztof Hepner My Money-Making Scheme I don’t know what to say about how it all started, except to say that one day I was living paycheck to paycheck, counting every dime, and then the next day my wallet was bulged with tens and twenties. That’s the truth. I know I should say I’m sorry, […]
Fiction from Iona Rule
Photo: Stephanie Yaich Calculating Snakes with red and yellow stripes touching are venomous, those with red and black touching aren’t. If a man is wearing a shirt with blue stripes in his profile pictures, how dangerous is he? If you hear hoof beats do you think “Horses!” or “Zebras!”? How many times has it been zebras? How many […]
Fiction from Melissa Llanes Brownlee
Photo: Stephanie Harvey What if God Is One of Us I saw God in the parking lot of a Taco Bell, temporarily closed after a viral video involving hot sauce and a waiting to be filled burrito. He was dealing coke out of the back of a souped-up Honda Accord, baggies bouncing to the beat […]
Fiction from Mandira Pattnaik
Photo: Beth Macdonald Where Fate Keeps Her Tools We—banjo clocks, ivory mirrors, jadeite—love to be Fate’s tools. We hold up flags of bygone times in the fifty-year-old store named after George the Sixth, where the cobbled street bends away from Town Square. At George’s Secondhand Shop, all we do is—wait. When the wait’s over, we […]
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