Fiction
The Gibeon Sun by Joshua Thusat
The bear…seemed part of him, a projection, and then it seemed bigger than him too, the universe.
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Fiction
How to Capture Carbon by Cameron Walker
“Stop, stop!” they both say. Their voices are as hopeful as the words written on our flash cards. I do not stop.
Poetry
The World I Can’t Remember is Now by Lauren Camp
Look how we adjust to such up and leaving. Though I remember porcelain, soil, less flesh, I have to reach backward to do so.
Poetry
Hoofprints by Lisa Raatikainen
Between the drifts whitetail outline a broken geometry— a pattern like the glyphs that guide a woman’s scissors
Fiction
You Can’t Sleep Here by Kathy Seifert
Cul de sac is a French term meaning bottom of the bag—you know that from when you worked as a translator. It also means there’s only one exit, one way out.
