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Poetry

A Vision of Sunken Beauty by Sam Wilcox

September 27, 2021

The fear I feel/I have I can’t translate: / the way my veins have emptied, the way / my hands have hollowed.

Poetry

Brief Holiday by Gordon Taylor

September 27, 2021

You hold / my waist and dropped petals return to lilies.

Fiction

A Cool Breeze in August by Rick Stein

September 27, 2021

The last thing he wanted was to give explanations to this man who saw him only as a winning lottery ticket.

Non-Fiction

Backstory: Cross on the Highway by Andy Smith

September 27, 2021

In August of 2012, a couple of close friends and I embarked on a cross-country tour from Los Angeles to San Antonio. The three of us were in a local Indie band. For once,…

Fiction

Gnome Solution by Jasmine Sawers

September 27, 2021

You admire the raccoon and the ingenuity of its clever little human hands.

A Parisian Affair by Kevin Wranovix
Inspiration is a foggy fellow, emerging from nothing, dissipating into nothing, answering to nothing.
Our Theseus by Nathan Jefferson
Last week he was a dishwasher who his coworkers called Ricky. Today he’s a day laborer named Eddie, clearing a pair of fallen trees off a new build’s lawn and fixing up a large garden. Rotting plank ripped out, new plank inserted.
Robbing the Pillars by Marie Goyette
Ruth stood on the narrow iron bridge, gripping her father’s obsidian necklace, and wondered how many years it would take before the river wore them both down to nothing.
The Call by Eben E. B. Bein
I hungered into that quiet until— there—unbelievable!— a wolf spider scuttled onto a leaf.
Saturation by Claire Oleson
I no longer harangue every desk nurse at every hospital for a taxonomic breakdown of her bills. I don’t ask for the numbers of the Benadryl, the water cups, the abdominal touches done with gloved hands. I am the most American I’ve ever been—she costs what she costs and I eat it.