Continue reading “The Coracoid Process by Robert Sachs”“Benny, who wouldn’t turn twenty-two for another six weeks, had been throwing hard for two innings and the pain in his right shoulder was scaling up. He was sweating, lightheaded.”
Continue reading “An Unwilling Goodbye by Sam Morgan”“I looked to the door hoping you’ll pass each other, so that I can share that story with you about how some people really just don’t care what others see, even if they’re not meant to see it. How they’re too focused on something else to care.”
Continue reading “Sandcastle By HW Walker”
“‘I think I’ll go walk the shore,’ my grandfather said.”
Continue reading “Crossing by Kindra McDonald”“You stole the canoe, I sank in the water, took a breath and swam. With every inhalation I saw you paddling beside me across that long, silent lake to the hot springs a mile away.”
Continue reading “Everyone Says They Saw The Signs by Marissa Glover”“Some boys absorb their father’s punches—release them in sports or turn them into song. Some store the hits in a bruised body, saving them like pennies in a piggy bank, waiting to cash in when the market’s strong.”
Continue reading “They Does Not Fit Like A Thundershirt Should by Nicole Oquendo”“I have slipped in and out of pronouns as if this body was a fitting room. The lighting isn’t right here, and each curve of my body is a segment that, deep down, I’d like to carve out, but she is all I’m left with—”
she melted from the thinnest boundaries of her place in the moment—three-thirty on a Wednesday in the year two-thousand-something-something– her stillness itself a sun dial with a long shadow that moves through time without knowing
what it means.
This piece was selected by our guest editor, Joe Russo.
The keratin scythe from my toe pressed against the phone, I called you. Told you I added water from my eyes to the squash soup I made last week.
This piece was selected by our guest editor, Joe Russo.
“The mirror warps my face as I stroke the lipstick trace left by Mom’s kiss on my cheek. Its shade matches the rose I tuck behind my ear. The rose’s ribbon, blue and festooned with Honda logos, I tie as a headband around my hair.”
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