FictionJanice the Moirologist by Anita G. Gorman
Janice was looking for something to do, something that would be worthwhile. She had tried all sorts of activities, but none seemed to fulfill her in a way she wanted to be…
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PoetryA Treefrog in my Father’s Greenhouse by Joshua Brunetti
By the okra and behind the lettuce and kale, There sits a structure, a persistent estate with foundation as natural as clouds, Recumbent soil nearly undisturbed, A triumph over seasons, all growth…
PoetryTo a Fledgling Robin Misplaced by Joshua Brunetti
So strange to have to look down To observe something fitted for ascension– Small though you were, trembling on the ground– So I hastily in human pretension Saved you from the stray…
PoetryFebruary by John Sweet
this shirt with blood on the cuffs the sun just because it’s there just because it sounds like the voice of god when i close my eyes sounds like snow falling into…
PoetryThe Storm by Jesse Thompson
The trees quiver in the wind. They dance in fear of the night. Lightning strikes hot and blue With warm summer days. I hold firm With the wonder of the storm. The…
PoetryYet Another Miracle by JB Mulligan
Saturday morning, the Park and Ride is sunlight, scattered cars, skeletal lines of parking spaces, and a flock of small black birds exploding as the bus pulls out and dissipates before we’re…
PoetryNeighbor by JB Mulligan
A person three seats over from a person three seats away reading Darwish and Wodehouse – the fullness of any one of us journeying to work past angels of light in the…
PoetryStargazing by Christina Haupt
Ever calm and never standing still Are the billion stars out of which I see a few That shine brighter than the others Eyes and mind not fixed on any of them…
FictionMarriage Place by Will Hearn
Places are like photographs. Your first visit somewhere is the snapshot, and every visit thereafter just adds shadow, highlight, or a frame around what you already know. Like with meeting people, first…
FictionThe Grey Town by Ewa Mazierska
When Alex and I visit our summer apartment in Kinghorn, there’s always something that doesn’t work and isn’t easy to fix. This time it was the hot water boiler, and the only…
FictionThe Scream by Gloria g. Murray
When I awoke the morning of my seventieth birthday. I knew I was no longer alive. Every part of me seemed so light under the sheets. I tried to move each limb…
FictionEveryday Signs by Samantha Pilecki
When signs come, follow them. Coincidences exist, but so do smack-you-over-the-head directives. There are everyday signs, so clear you can’t ignore them. Anything can be the key to a Narnia. Any spider…
PoetryForever by Rachel Zempel
growing commotion voices loud, soft, far, and near children excitedly running past; adults casually strolling behind them fresh tracks in the snow where green foliage had been replaced by glistening white crystals…
PoetrySome Time Ago Yesterday by Claire Scott
trail of pants shirts underwear your plaid boxers my lacy bra lips tongues teeth frantic, pressing bodies burning slick with sweat encore une fois until we fall into tangled sleep ~~~OOO~~~ some…
PoetryNot Exactly Florence Nightingale by Claire Scott
that’s you not me in the white bed, white board with the name of today’s on-duty nurse: Mahalia Reyes me in my gym clothes and Asics running shoes still pink from exertion…
PoetryBulky Pickup by Claire Scott
Without a doubt my favorite day of the year no need to buy presents, send sappy cards or FTD flowers no need to make another too-dried-out turkey with sausage stuffing no one…
PoetryExpectations by Grace Lu
expectations are a dangerous game prefacing 2 a.m. thoughts 4 a.m. wakes 6 a.m. alarms and 8 a.m. lattes always expecting something out of nothing but getting nothing out of everything expecting…
PoetryHere for the Food by Tim Wenzell
My grandfather left my father’s family In the middle of a cold night in 1933. He said he was going out for coal. That was two years ago and on the day…
FictionDevil’s Bird Comes Ahead of Bad Weather by Jamey Genna
Toki and I are sitting on the beach at Half Moon Bay when he spots a devil’s bird. Toki says, “Look, there’s a devil’s bird.” I look in the direction he points…
FictionThe Lost Belt by Jamey Genna
She was looking for the belt that said Jim on the back of it, the belt with the scorpion belt buckle. It was black-and-grey leather, handmade in the ‘70s, the name Jim…