AN OPEN WOUND by Jasmyn Huff
December 9, 2022
What’s it like to die? To stop being. Gone in a moment, carried away on the wind. Does it hurt?
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A CORBEAU BY ANY OTHER NAME by Camille U. Adams
December 2, 2022
How a mother could be so? Why when she’s in the same room with me I feel swallowed up by a heavy coat pulling me down?
THE PENNY IN THE WELL by Henry Elizabeth Christopher
November 25, 2022
We had sex, he took my blood. Positive ions, positive feedback loops. The cycle perpetuates itself.
A NIGHT WITHOUT ARMOR by Robert Long Foreman
November 18, 2022
Tamberlyn fell on the pavement, hard. Her body slapped against it. It sounded like someone dropped a lot of meat.
MAGICIANS by Scott Mashlan
November 11, 2022
On my way out of the closet I noticed a trunk at the edge of the bed… An antique padlock hooked through the clasp, but it was unlatched, so I slid it out and opened the trunk.
COUPLED PENDULA by Krista Jahnke
November 4, 2022
She hits the button to go live and slowly eats something. It could be anything: an apple, a banana, a small granola bar. Comments fly in, encouraging her.
I AM GOING TO TELL YOU SOMETHING ABOUT MOLI by Sarah Cavar
October 28, 2022
Since I met MOLI she has of course been my vital thing.
SUDAN by Fatima Alharthi
October 21, 2022
How sad is to witness the deflection of someone from your own ethnicity, who breathes the same air, eats the same dishes, but is enemy to your land’s ethos?
A MAN FROM THE LORD by Jude Dexter
September 30, 2022
The plague, the Good Prophet told them, was a judgment, and it would lay Harpers to waste if they did not repent, so they begged the Lord for mercy.
FALSE PROPHET by Brett Willis
September 9, 2022
About five minutes after merging onto I-95 south, Karl’s mattress flew from the car’s roof. This was despite Tom’s best efforts; he had found a ball of twine in the back of Karl’s ex-girlfriend’s closet and managed a couple of extra loops around. Before its departure, the mattress had flopped on the roof like some overzealous wrestler. As, in the rearview mirror, Karl’s mattress frisbeed over the shoulder, Tom felt the stinging heat of resentment rise at the base of his throat. Once again, Karl would need someone else to help him out of a jam of his own making.