Fiction from Suzanne Verrall
stones There was a woman who loved her children so much she ate stones to fend off hunger while feeding them what wizened roots and tubers she could forage. She visited neighbours, begging for mean scraps to keep her family whole. The neighbours gave what they could, sometimes denying their own chickens or pigs, so […]
Poetry from Shoshana Lovett-Graff
Afterwards i provide anew to my grandmother’s flesh she was sifted finely on me but it did not stick i was moldy and speckled already by dank water lapping the edges of her composure, quiet run through with whispers, and after the truth was told, there remained some vertigo when no one could remember who […]
Poetry from Madison Tompkins
Anamnesis It’s all slow motion until it’s not, until you can’t even remember it happening, until it didn’t happen at all. It’s like the comb sorting through your hair knowing it will be tangled again. It’s like the van door being slammed on your thumb, bruising your nail until it falls off. …………I am the […]
Poetry from Marne Wilson
Earthshaking News He wished to say he loved her, but he could not find the courage. Instead he asked her who she favored for the Superbowl. She said she did not follow football. Their voices escalated, ascended to the mountains. The avalanche was quick and soundless. The melting waters rushed eddying to the sea, and […]
Fiction from Jude Conlee
By the Side of the Road I could do so much more than the stain-ridden state of a world has left me. I could make so many more things out of what rushes by me but my eyes always blink, I can’t hold my lids steady and the everything around is blurs of red and […]
Fiction from Simon Phillips
The Hero’s Return Maybe you won’t believe me but it’s true—I had that thing happen to me we all fear. Sometimes we play the scenario out in our twisted minds to torture ourselves, like the sore on your tongue you scrape with your teeth because really you like the pain. A classic. So I’m walking […]
Fiction from Lynn Brown
Searching for the Jazz “Well there was my first boyfriend, the only one I had in high school. He was a real sweetie, real SCA that one…born in the wrong time period for sure. It was something we had in common. He was all courtly manners and hand kissing. He used to call me his […]
Poetry from Dennis Barone
Alice Travel dislodges her from the city. In a house, another young struggle For a country, a better life. Into a house, this great economic Wealth: in rural communities Newcomers liked to talk with Alice, Fretted over woodland, cars. She Asked them to be assertive, to Be self-reliant; in a few weeks, Mobile. In a […]
Three Fictions from Chance Dibben
Rounding Up Older, I realize that I may have exaggerated or invented some of my pain. Did I really break my wrist when I was eleven, or did I just say I did so many times I can’t remember the truth? I know for sure I’ve dislocated my shoulders multiple times, I just can’t keep […]
Poetry by Deya Mukherjee
Cough She coughed a lot in a green coat. That green on most the frightened throb of alcopops, on her an itchy kind of hallucination. Hair fat with the lusty nausea of leaves and petrol, lips the colour of a child’s shoes. The child’s shoes dig the dirt when asked her age. “I’m […]
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