The Cure
Toti O’Brien Of the tree that shed a gigantic branchflooding it with a shot of lymphsucked up from the roots, causing it to burstexploded by centrifugal pressureI heard the sacrifice … Continue Reading The Cure
Somewhere, In the Distance
By Christopher Palmer Waiting for the bus ITurn to face the freezing rain,Hear the quick-low tapping on my glasses. Gentle but sharp, not moving too quickly.Tendrils of a distant fire … Continue Reading Somewhere, In the Distance
What the DVT Loves about the MRI
By Mary Christine Delea is its cool detachment. The machine hasnothing to lose or gain no matterwhat is discovered. The MRI, all metaland lights, knows only its own sounds, noises … Continue Reading What the DVT Loves about the MRI
A Straight Shot Between Friends
By Bonnie Larson Staiger after Margaret Haberman’s “How to Make Espresso” In the center of the continentmy landlocked coffee machinegurgles and spits mannaand crema in my insulated mug.Not bad actually … Continue Reading A Straight Shot Between Friends
Mrs. Hardy
By Steven M. Smith in memory of my grandparents’ house cleaner Oh, rubber-gloved heroineof my grandparents’ household!Hair and freckles the color of ripestrawberries. Diminutive, feistymatriarch of the O-Cedar sponge mopand … Continue Reading Mrs. Hardy
Apparent Pause
by: John Zedolik For the past four years, John Zedolik has been an adjunct English instructor at a number of universities in and around Pittsburgh. He has published poems in … Continue Reading Apparent Pause
Hindsight
by: Aaron Sandberg Aaron Sandberg still plays his Sega Genesis. His writing has appeared or is forthcoming in West Trade Review, Asimov’s, The Offing, Sporklet, Lowestoft Chronicle, Abridged, Giallo, Right … Continue Reading Hindsight
Trespass
by: Aaron Sanberg Aaron Sandberg still plays his Sega Genesis. His writing has appeared or is forthcoming in West Trade Review, Asimov’s, The Offing, Sporklet, Lowestoft Chronicle, Abridged, Giallo, Right … Continue Reading Trespass
Ladies’ Night Out
by: Scott Waters Venus and the moonwent out last nightto set the sky on fire. I saw them in the morning–two laughing, dissipated,revived old girlstottering home acrossa wide black street,thumbing … Continue Reading Ladies’ Night Out
Blanket
by: Scott Waters From the windowof our warm kitchenthe eastern skyblushes like the cheek of the young womanin the pink parkawho spent the nightleaning against a telephone poleacross the streeta … Continue Reading Blanket
Finish Line
by: Shana Genre Come to the hospital,she said.He’s dead. My father,body cold and stillears deaf sinewy form stretched,finally at rest,the number from the half- marathon marked along legsthat ran beside … Continue Reading Finish Line
To the Fort
by: Shana Genre Gong of swaying bell buoy& cry of black-backed gullsound my welcome.Beneath, mysteryof urchin, octopus, & humpback whalemove among darkness, caressed by rockweed. A rare guillemot landsupon a … Continue Reading To the Fort
Girls Daring tides, Netart, OR
by: Merridawn Duckler Merridawn Duckler is a writer from Oregon, author of INTERSTATE (dancing girl press) and IDIOM (Washburn Prize, Harbor Review.) Recent work in Ninth Letter, Seneca Review, Interim, … Continue Reading Girls Daring tides, Netart, OR
distracted
Angelina Martin is a poet, comedian, and waitress who lives in Austin, Texas. She has been published in such literary journals as Okay Donkey Mag, Crêpe & Penn Quarterly, and Sea Foam Mag as well as in … Continue Reading distracted
Because the Professor Has Been to Contaminated Areas
by: Dave Malone Dave Malone is a poet from the Missouri Ozarks. His most recent book is You Know the Ones (Golden Antelope Press, 2017). His poems have appeared in San Pedro River … Continue Reading Because the Professor Has Been to Contaminated Areas
A Quiet Routine
by: David Sapp David Sapp, writer, artist and professor, lives along the southern shore of Lake Erie in North America. A Pushcart nominee, he was awarded an Ohio Arts Council … Continue Reading A Quiet Routine