#33: Poetry by Bruce McRae
WRONG-HEADED PROPHET I’ve a face like a torn curtain. A face like a punched wall or rat’s dinner. Like a smoking battlefield. What Shakespeare would…
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#32: Nonfiction by Alicia DeFonzo
THE TURK The funny thing about war is, even though you’re in it, half the time you don’t know where you are. It’s a foreign…
#31: Fiction by Leyna Krow
DUST GIVES IN Mason followed his brother through the woods, asking questions he knew were irritating. “Why do octopuses need eight legs when squid get…
#30: Poetry by Lynne Potts
MONDAY BEFORE TUESDAY Monday cold oatmeal a shadow-puppet mother waving from the door— night before bathtub water turned marble gray outside swilling eddies…
#29: Poetry by J.R. Solonche
HOW DO YOU TALK TO A PERSON How do you talk to a person who looks like a corpse? How do you exchange pleasantries? How…
#28: Fiction by Marco Etheridge
THE IMMEDIATE WITHIN You wouldn’t know it to look at me, but I have a time bomb ticking in my head. I may seem like…
#27: A Near-Death Experience by Sheldon Lee Compton
I Saw Absolutely Nothing When I Died I have a bad heart. A really crappy, beat up, scar-covered, and weak heart. It’s flat-out not any good…
#26: Nonfiction by Leonard Henry Scott
THE CADAVER ROOM “Let’s go to the Cadaver Room.” This happened a long time ago. The three of us had all started college together. Now,…
#25: Fiction by Ben Tanzer
UNFOLDING “Get out!” You don’t hear it as much as sense it. It’s the movement, a shadow somewhere behind you, a fracture, and a puncturing…
#24: Poetry by Ryan Blosser
TEAKETTLE MEDITATION Silver crescent sliver smiles sideways at sunset. The wind could sweep me up to the top of that maple. Oh, St. Francis,…
#23: Nonfiction by Kristina Tate
THE ABANDONED (EXCERPTED FROM WAY HOME, A MEMOIR) I’d been asleep for hours, curled around my sister’s yellow blanket when a muffled call pushed its way…
#22: Fiction by Rebecca Ruth Gould
LIKE A CAVAFY POEM Their coming together was like a Cavafy poem. When they lay in each other’s arms, time compressed into space, and space…
#21: Poetry by Dmitry Blizniuk
THE GRAY MORNING This gray morning is like the unwashed feet of a dancer, and between the trees, like between the toes, there’s dirt of…
#20: Poetry by Judith Bowles
UNTITLED Not finding the grave of my parents I came down the road of misshapened trees whose roots, strangled, shoved up in a mass and…
#19: Non-Fiction by Renee Nicholson
BEYOND THE CLIQUE: I KNOW WHAT’S HAPPENING 1987: The year I started choosing music for myself, not just passively listening to the radio or my…
