Issue Six

The Fish

You hear a commotion upstairs climb up from the basement find your mother and a strange man cursing and batting the air a leaf-green sleek-fat fish undulates through the air shining and languorous serenely plump two more fish escape their cardboard box, circumnavigate...

One of a Kind

The foot was perfectly preserved and why wouldn’t it be having been encased in the region’s worst ice storm in a century, its secrets buried beneath months of snow. Things go missing that time of year: mittens, socks, late-born calves that lose their way. Spring thaw...

Three Poems by Simon Perchik

* You glance the way fishermen aim then cast their nets and though the camera will struggle it’s the sea that needs mending :another chance at how much longer in the embrace corners will form for a photograph already in fear –nothing moves where what will come and...

Notes on the Main Text

The morning stole upon the day and I woke up cheated, the extra hour gone. The narrative takes place in late October; in the United Kingdom, towards the end of this month, clocks are set back one hour in accordance with Greenwich Mean Time, marking also the end of...

Breakroom

Billy puts his “next teller please” sign up and goes to lunch because he can see the men putting on ski masks through the glass door, and at the morning meeting Shirley told him he’d better start paying more attention to his work, so screw her. He goes back to the...

Christina Allen’s Death

At the school gates, the news of Christina Allen's death had been met with great shock and even greater speculation, for the circumstances of her passing had not been disclosed. Later on, at the book club, the three women take a break from drinking wine to discuss the...

We Walk the Downtown

We wander the downtown, boarded up and abandoned except for the Greek diner at College and the newsstand across the street. We look at magazines, starting with the British music papers, reading up on bands no one heard of in this fading tourist town where nothing...

Bluebell’s Last Flight

When Bluebell was ten she tied thirty red balloons to her back, stood on the roof of the shed, spread her arms like wings and took off over the world. She wrote a story about her flight and everything she saw. When the teacher read it she caned Bluebell for copying...

Un-Pinocchio

When I was a boy, I told my parents I wanted to become Pinocchio.  That made my parents mad because they said then I’d have a craving to become a real boy and I already was one.  I didn’t understand the anger.  It’s not like they wanted to kill me or anything.  It was...

Con Amore

You stick the key in the mailbox. “Did you get it today?” Amelia shouts this from the second floor, across your apartment complex’s courtyard. Your sister waves, leaning heavy against the railing. You find two envelopes in the box: a credit card bill and the letter...

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