Fiction from Bezalel Stern
The Golem of Brooklyn THE GOLEM OF BROOKLYN was formed and brought to life on a late spring evening in the Year of our Lord 2007. The Golem was created in the basement of a Famous American Writer, in Park Slope. The Famous American Writer had recently published a novel to great acclaim, and had […]
Poetry by Lauren Suchenski
And glory glory to the word and glory glory to the word named grass to the long opalescent tracks of sunset that streak across your ribs, your bones and all the grazing places where your soul must hide glory glory to the star called sun and all its devastating bliss that wants to ignite the […]
Nonfiction from Marla Lepore
At the Corner of West Wilderness Way AS THE RENTAL CAR SLOWS AT THE FOUR-WAY STOP, you see the chewed up lawn, the fading olive shutters, brick that seems worn by the Louisiana sun, even as untended trees extend their sloppy canopy across the corner lot. But do you see that circular shadow, the tattoo of […]
Fiction from Kara Dennison
Solada and the Deep Dark SOLADA WOKE IN A COLD SWEAT, panting and gasping for breath. Beside her, her goat stirred, let out an annoyed bleat like to a child’s yell, and got up to go for a midnight trot. “Stop asking,” she muttered to people no longer present, pressing a hand to her face, […]
Poetry from Nicole Miyashiro
Yes/No to Neurosurgery for My Son Hell is not a hideous thing. It washes its face and puts on deodorant. It peers over at the clock, which ticks on as usual, and it slides a fresh shirt over its shampooed head. Hell pours flakes and raisins into a cereal bowl without spilling, pours 2% milk […]
Fiction from Christine No
Chrysalis What’s the good in being good, when you’re bound to be bad again? MONA HAS BEEN crying for half an hour now because she meant to bake a cake for her husband’s birthday. Instead, she blended 30 pills, all different colors, with orange juice and drank the rainbow. They are sitting in a circle […]
Fiction from Sarah Lynn Knowles
The Hotel Window THE MORNING AFTER The Pageants play their show in Philly, we’re all swearing off drinking, and none of us wants much talking either. Back to the van I march after gathering my things, nursing a hangover headache after barely sleeping, after skipping another shower, feeling embarrassed to be awake and alive. Strategically, […]
Two Poems by Rebecca Macijeski
Death’s First Lesson Death’s small feet hang over the edge of the couch. Her grandmother teaches her to knit, feeding yarn between the needles, always working and passing. Death watches the loops of color slide along the machine of her grandmother’s hands. Soon a pattern generates, astonishing as a tumor or a shroud, and death’s […]
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 […]
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