Republic Day juxtaposition
by Anonymous Troops of soldiers march down the horizon-wide pathin unison trying to make us believe everything is in order. A few of them perhaps still working to believe the … Continue Reading Republic Day juxtaposition
“To La Scala in the Rain,” “June Brides,” and “Guilty of Something”
by Eugene Stevenson “To La Scala in the Rain” Ten hours late Octoberthrough New York rain,over Atlantic storms,under Milanese fog, toLa Scala in mist & rain. No sleep, as if … Continue Reading “To La Scala in the Rain,” “June Brides,” and “Guilty of Something”
THE ONLY SIN IS PRIDE
by Salvatore Difalco Every time Alfonsus entered a room an unearthly glowing light suffused it. I wondered if he was religious. He typically wore a cross of gold, indicating either … Continue Reading THE ONLY SIN IS PRIDE
“Crest” and “Funeral Poem Painted on Silk”
by John Tustin “CREST” My body riding on the Crest Of your body The waves of us Undulating Under the moon That guides our Force Toward the blankets of shore … Continue Reading “Crest” and “Funeral Poem Painted on Silk”
“Her Toast Untouched,” “Visiting Again,” and “One Morning Each Week”
by Thomas Elson “Her Toast Untouched” “Visiting Again” “One Morning Each Week” Thomas Elson’s stories appear in numerous venues, including Ellipsis, Better Than Starbucks, Bull, Cabinet of Heed, Flash Frontier, … Continue Reading “Her Toast Untouched,” “Visiting Again,” and “One Morning Each Week”
“Lampyridae” and “Lobatus Gigas”
by Robert Helfst Lampyridae Five years ago, your mother burst into a cloud of fireflies and disappeared into the night. Ever since, you’ve tracked the bugs in the backyard, searching … Continue Reading “Lampyridae” and “Lobatus Gigas”
Abandon All Faith Ye Who Enter Here
by Shannon Frost Greenstein “I love you!” My friends laughed as only sixteen year-olds can, but I wasn’t embarrassed. My mother and I were as close as any single parent … Continue Reading Abandon All Faith Ye Who Enter Here
“Adult Swim,” “Social Anxiety,” “Taking a Nap with You,” “How to Keep it Going,” and “Summer Storm”
By Robert Pfeiffer “Adult Swim“ “Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears” -William Wordsworth “Ode: Intimations of Immortality” You emerge once more into the world, lungs aching for … Continue Reading “Adult Swim,” “Social Anxiety,” “Taking a Nap with You,” “How to Keep it Going,” and “Summer Storm”
“Grandma, the Lost Winter Bear” (Winter Contest Honorable Mention)
by BrookLyn Miller BrookLyn Miller is an undergraduate student at the University of Maine at Farmington, pursuing a degree in Creative Writing as well as English. BrookLyn has a passion … Continue Reading “Grandma, the Lost Winter Bear” (Winter Contest Honorable Mention)
The Imagination Game
by Dave Gregory “Bioluminescence often appears at night,” the youth hostel manager told us. “Microscopic plankton light up the entire beach.” Curious, we walked half an hour in the dark … Continue Reading The Imagination Game
“Sakoku”
by Stephen S. Power Laden with sunlight, the doug-firs have bent. Even your shadow gives off a bright scent. Noon is a bride; midnight, her dowry. Striped by the dusk, … Continue Reading “Sakoku”
“Call for Submission” and “What Pains Me the Most”
by Brendan Todt “Call for Submission” “What Pains Me the Most” Brendan Todt lives and teaches in Sioux City, Iowa. His most recent work has been featured in Pithead Chapel and The Ekphrastic … Continue Reading “Call for Submission” and “What Pains Me the Most”
“Probing Voyages” and “La Mosca”
by Ben Nardolilli “Probing Voyages” Making observations and gleaningData from the satellite life I am living,The years are secure in their orbits,And I pass through them withoutFinding enough gravity to … Continue Reading “Probing Voyages” and “La Mosca”
“Adult”
by Fatima Jafar after Rhiannon McGavinM brings home a thingold bottle of perfumeafter work: Spring in the Park. Sunbottled, the roomflowers. Burstsfecund and greenwith our late-night talk.Speak a daisy, a … Continue Reading “Adult”
“Corpse Flower”
by William Doreski Night rain curdles in the weeds.At three AM I’m readingFlannery O’Connor aloudto the cats. They deplorethe racial language but lovethe texture, dialogue, and useof local color. What … Continue Reading “Corpse Flower”
When
by Anna Heneise When I turn eight, my mother sits me down and tells me I am dyslexic. She says most kids learn how to read when they are five … Continue Reading When