by Michelle Ross | Oct 15, 2019 | Fiction, Issue Eleven
See this postcard of a hotel, this window circled in blue ink? That’s the room in which I realized I would leave your father. You were there with me, in fact, though I’m sure you don’t remember. You couldn’t have been more than three. Your father was in Chicago for...
by Katherine Walcott | Oct 15, 2019 | Fiction, Issue Eleven
What first caught my eye was her hair. She was sitting a few tables down from me at a late night McDonald’s. You couldn’t miss the hair. Screaming, neon, electric blue. I didn’t think you could get that color outside of a cartoon. I stared. You would have too. She...
by J. Tarwood | Oct 15, 2019 | Issue Eleven, Poetry
The roof took off long ago. So did the south wall. Doctors in muddy white pace and shiver. Nobody starts a fire from wood in the rubble. The tallest guy stalks about with a quivering stick, dowsing for a buried trickle of fresh water. Only weeds bubble from cracked...
by Judyth Emanuel | Oct 15, 2019 | Fiction, Issue Eleven
About a curious joke, a dare this fisherman in his yellow slicker, him drunken just a few drinks, ho ho ho and a bottle of, but still he climbs aboard the trawler and turns the key or whatever starting the motor, a simple rumble and diesel fume, stay above water,...
by Rachel Tanner | Oct 15, 2019 | Issue Eleven, Poetry
I am watching the TLC show about the Duggar family and groaning because purity culture is so damaging but I can’t stop watching another courtship another wedding another baby and did you know that Derick got kicked off the show because he said something...
by Jonathan Riccio | Oct 15, 2019 | Issue Eleven, Poetry
1. In my spare time I take sandpaper to a spaceship. The flour sack holds geraniums. A solar system of silverware dines uncloned. The quarks I’ve placated, credit card decals on a store-window universe. 2. The phenomenon is churches de-paneled of stained glass....
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