Poetry from A.D. Ross
Unctuous Inner Organ Real queens request liver, like Grimm’s deceptive stepmother, not for taste but something bigger, a biological picture. All the impurities caught in a salty, gritty vessel. Earthy flavor, paired with blood-brown gravy, fungi and onion. The dirty dish leaves rancor on the tongue, but she grows to like it, seared in soy […]
Poetry from Greg Hill
GENESIS, Initial Chapter (pattern plainly bearing seventh longest lingual figures) 1 Opening: Firstly, CREATOR created heavens astride planets. 2 Terrain existed without pattern: chaotic, lacking. Shadows colored hellish seaways. 3 CREATOR thought: Observe! Visible shining swiftly emerged. 4 CREATOR noticed visible shining, thought: Radiant! CREATOR divided shining against dimness. 5 CREATOR labeled shining Daytime. Dimness […]
Fiction from James Armstrong
The Beast THE GAZELLE WALKED down to the stream and took a drink of water. Just then, a lion leaped out and grabbed the gazelle between its claws. The gazelle struggled to get away, but the claws had sunken in too deeply for it to ever escape. The lion bent over and whispered into its […]
Two Fictions from Zann Carter
What You Do With Death 1 When death suddenly appears in your house, grabbing the comfortable chair, underfoot like a big, stupid dog, you endlessly describe it to friends: Death is an exotic creature whose movements mesmerize, whose ragged mouth opens without provocation, whose name contains sounds humans cannot reproduce. Death is the walnut table […]
Fiction from Jennifer Fliss
Where Are They Now? Jennifer Fliss is a New York raised, Wisconsin schooled, Seattle based writer. Her writing has appeared or is forthcoming in diverse publications including, The Citron Review, Brain Child Magazine, Prime Number, Foliate Oak, and The Establishment. More can be found on her website, www.jenniferflisscreative.com.
Poetry from Tim Kahl
Survivors’ Ashes Survivors floated into the range of the goat man’s rifle their black arms stirring leaves and dove songs into headlights their bones choosing what they hate about rice and the sycamore giants who collapse life as we know it in their three-chambered hearts the loose soil around the trees is full of […]
Poetry from Caitlyn Renee Miller
Even in the Rain for Derek The weather girl gestures to the green screen in a pink dress, and we hunker down in our sweat pants watching her predict our future—it’s looking bleak. We take the shirts off of the line so they won’t dance. She’s right: the clouds are turning from mashed potatoes to […]
Fiction from Kate Garklavs
Lies Hairdressers Tell I was out on the garden deck—magazine and coffee on the table beside me, wax-translucent canopy of greenery above—when Old Nancy peeked through the screen door. Seeing me, she shuffled out, shearling slippers barely hanging onto her feet. Old Nancy isn’t objectively old—five or six years beyond myself, maybe—but to the building’s […]
Poetry from Carrie Naughton
Crux A bruised evening cloud clots above ocean cliffs behind greasy glass in a cheap dusty frame on the wall of this bar. My yearning quota is all used up – to paraphrase Roger Waters – but oh, here it comes again: the turning of the tide. I can hear sweet backup angels singing over […]
Fiction from Chanel Dubofsky
The Bullet Two days later, I wake up in my father’s apartment in North Tel Aviv. I put on my favorite dress, with the thin rainbow stripes and the full skirt, and walk out into the wavy morning heat to the El Al ticket office on Rothschild Boulevard. “I need to change my ticket,” I […]
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