PoetryIntrinsic by Heikki Huotari
Maybe there are two of you and you have yet to separate or you’re disoriented, morally opposed to gravity and gender neutral in a unitard and showing evidence of neither pin nor…
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PoetryDesperately Semaphoring from The Shore by Claire Scott
Desperately semaphoring from the shore I wave & call your name Samuel stomp like a lunatic down the beach tromple striped beach towels & children’s shovels kick over plastic buckets crush elaborate…
FictionThe Light by Blaze Farrar
The November moon was high overhead, making the treetops and field look silver. I went out to see the moon glow on my skin and found a moth struggling to build a…
FictionDetour by Cheryl Diane Kidder
Detour “Did you bring the baby’s bottle?” “Of course I did. Did you put the diapers in the trunk?” “We can always buy diapers.” “You mean to say we have no diapers…
FictionDredging by Adam Kotlarczyk
Dredging “They’re draining Jackson Pond,” my wife says, and I almost spray my Fruit Loops. She just keeps rolling like it doesn’t matter, rinsing her breakfast dishes and slipping them into the…
FictionDelaney’s Pansies by Evan Guilford-Blake
Delaney’s Pansies Delaney had spent his entire life trying to make the world a more beautiful place. And he’d done it—modestly perhaps, but he’d done it. His pansies glorified his yard and…
PoetryI Shake My Head by Rachel Pond
I Shake My Head because when I ask her what the emergency is, she tells me her 11 year old son won’t go to school. I want to shout at the woman…
FictionEmerging Adulthood (Vignettes) by Kimberly Zerkel
Emerging Adulthood Old Age Frightens Me During the last few years of his life, Grandad used to write down the time and events of each day. At 2:15, the mail was delivered,…
NonfictionPolaroid Umbrella by Patricia Rossi
Polaroid Umbrella A pink candle perfectly centered atop a birthday cake, a cake my mother baked on a scorching summer afternoon in late August, 1965. It was my favorite cake, chocolate, lathered…
PoetryKisses of Hope by David Pring-Mill
Kisses of Hope There are kisses in which people want to get lost, There are kisses in which people want to be found. There are kisses that fade into pecks of routine.…
PoetryThe Dance Never Danced by Joseph Roberts
The Dance Never Danced The lights went down on the dance floor The song, “Unchained Melody” played The couple embraced each other And began their dance of pure love Their eyes locked…
PoetryBack Again by Ingi House
Back Again She called me at 2 a.m. asking if I’m okay a shooting 2 hours away Just last month I called her, asking if she was okay, her city burning just…
PoetryApples by Ingi House
Apples I reach for the bag of apples in my fridge, reminded of the time you told me, after a night of love making, that I had nothing in my apartment to…
PoetryLocksmith by Nicholas D’Angelo
Locksmith Waiting Paradise Entry locked from inside No locksmith Seeing glory from a distance Onlookers wait patiently With sweaty palms And weeping red eyes
PoetryI’m Not Sure Why the Sky Turns Pink by Safiyyah Motaib
I’m Not Sure Why the Sky Turns Pink after being blue, but I know how it feels. it welcomes the night with white clouds after long days filled with stubborn folk who…
FictionEctotherm by Julie M. Goldberg
Ectotherm Don’t shop when you’re hungry, they always say. No one mentions the opposite: don’t bother when you’ve lost your appetite. Nothing looks like food. The cart goes hungry. Spotless glass flings…
PoetryHalloween by Mary Gunn
Halloween All deciduous leaves are falling . . . Unending swathes of bronze and yellow, Turnips and pumpkins – faces glowing, Unusual costumes and a cheery “hello”, Mother’s warning: “fewer sweets, more…
PoetryExistential Haircut by Timothy Pilgrim
Existential Haircut Not funeral home nor church, white sheet draped over me, mirrors repeat endless backs of my head into far distance. Each grows more wee till the faint version of myself…
PoetryVacuuming Around the Dead by Timothy Pilgrim
Vacuuming Around the Dead Dirt finds a way to lie with remains — casket open, deceased propped up, lips purple, fine-lined, sewn tight, eyes gray, dust layered on face. Lights go bright,…
FictionFist. Pull. Foot. Push. by Samuel Cole
Fist. Pull. Foot. Push. Lanny tightened his fingers around the bottom rung of the silo’s ladder and pulled the weight of his body up, legs swimming the air for leverage, nose twitching,…