by Laura Stephenson | Feb 4, 2020 | CNF, Issue Thirteen
Everyone’s in a tizzy at work over our co-worker but I’m not surprised. I text my friend, yo girl, haven’t seen you for a while. She replies, what a doozy of a week— District Psych Ward —phone use supervised. I think, doesn’t this happen to everyone eventually? When...
by Matt Kendrick | Feb 4, 2020 | Fiction, Issue Thirteen
My second first steps are like a walrus in stilettos. Quick, slow, quick, quick, slow. Jelly legs buckling at the knees. There’s a picture on the wall of a Caribbean sunset as if I might just waltz off into it. Slow, quick, quick. Phantom sand between my toes. No...
by Sudhanshu Chopra | Feb 4, 2020 | Issue Thirteen, Poetry
And March through May before it. The turkeys pardoned by the president this year are named Bread...
by Sean Lovelace | Feb 4, 2020 | Fiction, Issue Thirteen
1. Two men in splattered white coats are slaughtering a Velveeta. It screams and screams and screams. Its voice unravels like a yellow stocking thread. I am choking. One man holds a giant gleaming hook with a wooden handle. They are smoking cigars. I run home and...
by Cameron Morse | Feb 4, 2020 | Issue Thirteen, Poetry
To be honest, I may not be much better than an insect, masturbating while my son cries himself to sleep. What art Thou to me? Twists of cirro -stratus, wisps and twists, a string of geese unraveling below the moon’s better half, nothing stationary. You cut in and out,...
by Merlin Flower | Feb 4, 2020 | Fiction, Issue Thirteen
From the seat That night, at that point of time, three sounds: a cricket, a clock and a moving bus Cricket: End of the year agony or entertainment or just a competition? There may be a paramour nearby, a boyfriend. So, will she fall in love with a mosquito? Is...
