by Constance Malloy | Dec 10, 2019 | CNF, Issue Twelve
I’ve never been in a tornado. But the landscapes of my childhood dreams were ravaged by them. Brought on by the trauma in my waking hours, my tornado dreams were prolific, and proved to be, prophetic. The first, an EF-1, to spin its massive cone into my dreams, did so...
by Tommy Vollmann | Dec 10, 2019 | CNF, Issue Twelve
I met Joe Nuxhall a few weeks after my fifteenth birthday. His hands were gnarled, and he spoke as though his mouth was half full of marbles, but he was sharp and funny as hell. I was only a few months younger than he was when he made his Major League debut....
by Emily Hoover | Dec 10, 2019 | Issue Twelve, Poetry
risperidone body flawed vessel groin heart tussle my mother dies blue eyes sunken yet gaze unbroken my mother dies hand a closed fist mind exposed wish my mother dies disembodied voices stand in for bad choices my mother dies dozen missed calls padded rooms white...
by Pique Allens | Dec 10, 2019 | Fiction, Issue Twelve
Came decently wrapped and on time. Impressed at first with some good features i.e. saucepan eyes, curls, bubbly burps. Teasable/coaxable/soft. Still looks fine though curls long gone. Disappoints over time. Used intensively without much success – unable to get...
by Alain Jules Hirwa | Dec 10, 2019 | Issue Twelve, Poetry
don’t categorize it as aloneness solitude is me not wanting to enter me A deserted house I stop by, I linger, but never enter This It’s rather a room I’m inside already A cell Life-sentence Borders that open to hidden ways out the country Lonely is the world Without...
by Tara Campbell | Dec 10, 2019 | Fiction, Issue Twelve
Melba had thought she was too old to be possessed by a demon, that this sort of thing only happened to young people living in cobblestoned colonial neighborhoods, or new housing developments built over Native American burial grounds, not to retired persons living in...
Kiss, Kiss by Paul Beckman, Truth Serum PressIt’s not especially shocking to find a teenaged […]