By Ania Payne Chilies In the house behind the chili factory, the living room hung heavy with aromas of poblano,Read more.
By Thomas Snarsky Twins are to triplets as mirrors are to kaleidoscopes Roses & porcupines are both alive All twelveRead more.
By Isabelle Correa Joe and I used to eat our lunches of jelly sandwiches and celery sticks by the pond.Read more.
By Lisa M. Cole & warrior. Opening the gate, I am lost in the tide of your shimmers. As ifRead more.
By Katherine Gehan At 3 am when I miss Pete most terribly, I feel my heart squeeze into a veryRead more.
That is rather slippery of you, Agent Starling. / How do we begin to covet, Clarice? / Have the lambs
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The Day We Stopped Sound
By Kimberly Ann Southwick Donna Ferland told us at recess she remembered the Challenger disaster from when she was two.Read more.
By Patrick Williams Please join me in the theatre of teeth. The play is called I’ll bet “zephyr” is theRead more.
Building My Own World
By Anna Meister day after day. Where the alarm is a slow build I require. Where the snow doesn’t end afterwards.Read more.
By Rebecca Harrison We carried the lake with us. We packed it in boxes and mugs. My job was toRead more.
being old and vulnerable and cat mythologies
By Erin Carlyle she is not the brilliant head of anything. she sits slack and never learns. you bring herRead more.
Horse Year (Finally Over)
By Emily O’Neill I went to the hooking & found the pie-maker (still smirking as Ford at the end ofRead more.
No One Can Know
By D.J. Parris No one can know how they’ll get along. No matter how clean your house/swollen your bank account/beautifulRead more.
Editor’s Note: Issue #2
Fall’s here, and that’s writing season. This issue is a good way to get you into the right frame ofRead more.
The Artist’s Whimsy
By Zain Saeed The Artist’s Whimsy The booms usually came before the sirens, so some people thought it okay toRead more.