#48: Fiction by Geoffrey Polk
PAWNSHOPS, DAYLIGHT MOONS “Joe and I are getting married,” my mother said. We were making spaghetti, the two of us. I was opening cans for…
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#47: Poetry by Russell Thorburn
WILLIE HORTON DRESSED IN HIS BASEBALL UNIFORM, AFTER PLAYING THE YANKEES AT TIGER STADIUM His home run lifted up over the fence to beat the…
#46: Poetry by Rodney Torreson
Dreams Should Not Dog Great Center Fielders who come in from the pasture. Dreams should be pets gone fat. In nightmares Mantle is cramped,…
#45: Fiction by Philip Brunetti
AUGUST OFF He had to have August off. This was necessary. He had summer savage in his blood—il salavaggio. He couldn’t go to work. He…
#44: Nonfiction by Will Brooks
KING OF DIRT Just the appearance of the truck made me feel dirty. The grubby yellow paint gave little hint to the fact that the…
#43: Poetry by Allen Jones
DIGGING WITH MY FATHER When we roll her into the grave, one leg catches on the dark clay, running on alone. The first being…
#42: Poetry by Kevin Canfield
NOT THE ANSWER WE WERE EXPECTING Thirty geese in V formation fly South over the gray, stalwart Hudson Squawking manically as they go Wonk! Wonk!…
#41: Fiction by Jamilla D. VanDyke-Bailey
ON WEDNESDAY WE EAT MEATLOAF She was watching the kitchen faucet’s muted drip when he called. She let the phone ring once, twice, and then…
#40: Poetry by Yvonne Higgins Leach
STAGGERING BEES Flowers abandoned at the burial site. The black car doors slam shut. Guests shed their coats and express sympathy, unforgiving of mortality.…
#39: Poetry by F.J. Bergmann
FACTION variation on a first line by Matt Miller My escape route was endless invention. If one wormhole failed, I’d wait for a new…
#38: Fiction by Nancy Ford Dugan
BELUSHI IN THE BLINDS This is how it begins. You can’t find the new box of saltines, the box only a few hours earlier you…
#37: Poetry by William Doreski
TRYSTING BEHIND THE SQUARE A big green trash compactor hogs half the alley, crowding us into the shadows of fire escapes. We have to…
#36: Fiction by Glenn Verdi
THE ARMY YOU HAVE The aquifer dries up and there is no money to dig a new well. The bank in Las Cruces takes the…
#35: Fiction by Benjamin Murray
WALKING SUNSHINE This morning, my fiancée and I take Sunshine for a walk along the river. It’s a quick ten minutes from our apartment, crossing…
#34: Fiction by Maureen Foley
RECIPE FOR A HEALTHY MARRIAGE AFTER LOSING IT ALL White Audi station wagon cocoons me on the freeway. Autopilot to Santa Barbara at 70 miles…
