by Thaddeus Rutkowski | Jun 11, 2018 | CNF, Issue Three
My wife, daughter and I arrive in Singapore after midnight. Heat hits us as we walk out of the airport. We wait on a sidewalk and in a short time are met by a car and driver. We ride into the city in the dark. Before the sun rises, I go out to look for a convenience...
by Sean Cunningham | Jun 11, 2018 | Fiction, Issue Three
Clement weather ahead, I bound out of my bedroom and lunge across the continent. In poor, broken Greek I ask for directions to the nearest beach and all arms point south. I drop in to a restaurant named after a cat known as Marguerite and nibble cured meats as the sun...
by Ben Nardolilli | Jun 11, 2018 | Issue Three, Poetry
New Halloween idea: buy health insurance for the undead, they’re paper animals, a side of Eli Whitney and Lou Reed’s solo work, this is what I really need: some burgundy and Celine, oh hold me, you pseudo sexual anarchists, maybe I’ll become a really big...
by Jane-Rebecca Cannarella | Jun 11, 2018 | CNF, Issue Three
Every woman I’ve passed today has been wearing perfume that’s a scent from a hopscotch block memory of my life. Recollections that are organized in lopsided chalk outlines, out-of-focus in their bygone lives. The commute from 11th street station to 69th...
by Pat Foran | Jun 11, 2018 | Fiction, Issue Three
Two canaries fly into a trapeze manufacturing plant. One hops on a forklift and begins the arduous task of moving a mountain of crates. The other searches for a place to gather her thoughts. The forklifting canary takes his time hauling the boxes, which have been...
by Jennifer Todhunter | Jun 11, 2018 | Fiction, Issue Three
The last thing my mother does before supper is put on the string of pearls she stole from a pawnshop when she was fourteen. She wears them when she’s expecting company — when she’s in the mood to entertain. She runs her fingers over the beads while I eat, sits up...
