Issue 7 - Third Point Press

By Savina Velkova Just before the turn for the monastery we see a limbless tree with a rusty sign: Skara

By monet thomas tw: domestic violence A whiff of onions was all that preceded the punch that sent Daniella Boyd

by chloe clark It’s about twelve o’clock and we’re dropping pennies from the roof of the old schoolhouse. We watch

BY John Birdsong Amanda said later that I’d been saying things like it for weeks, but I hadn’t. I said

by antonina palisano Again the bleak particular of brick and topiary Lucky Jim’s See the City from a Segway My

on eagerness after Aziza Barnes by bernard ferguson consider the centipede and its slow progression of legs across the cold

by moira j. We have been on the move, hunting down rainclouds. We have walked for too long and too

by Jalayna walton Waiting for the boy to go to sleep so I can get up fry up quesadillas on

by Nicholas Brown Six Months Married someone dug out a role in your

by madeline anthes Something had happened to Mother. She had started staring past me, looking at something I couldn’t see.

by Katherine Connolly 2015

by amy rossi It is raining on my right and thundering on my left. It is possible I have this