HOOK ECHOES by Kevin Heaton
Sunshowers spit-shined the shark’s tooth that gutted Kansas’ only diamondback. You were just a puff adder feigning rattles— scavenging rat droppings with field mice in bales of switchgrass. I want...
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SPELL I by Mary Lou Buschi
After Louise Glück 1. Somewhere, my brother is traveling— The right side of his head a red-clawed tulip swallowing the cold. 2. Where to look— down the long expanse of each train car rocking through a...
View ArticleLIFT by Muriel Nelson
Doubt seems to be in. The worry drill whirs where the dote is. Where the face was a vacancy. And yet the ear is occupied waiting, for there are other root canals, so you (mis)heard. No...
View ArticleNEW YORK TO PHILADELPHIA by Lynne Procope
Well I’m not supposed to see you looking I’m not supposed to stare straight into your eyes… – Lucero Let’s say Philadelphia’s a city constructed entirely of door knobs, one great opening, one endless...
View ArticleLENT by Paul Lisicky
Father Jed’s head was stuck in Lent. He said these words to himself as a kind of talisman. Otherwise, his head would have split in two. He sat on the chancel with Father Benedict, the assistant pastor,...
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SATURDAYS AT THE PHILHARMONIC by Megan Staffel
Patsy Smith left Rochester, New York on a sunny Saturday morning intending to drive all the way to California. But after three and a half hours, crossing through an Indian reservation, she got lost. On...
View ArticleHAGRIDDEN by Jen Julian
They called it a boo hag. It’s what Eva said was haunting her when I got her on the phone six years after I’d left Miskwa. I felt the same way every time I talked to her—nostalgic a little, but hurting...
View ArticlePERSONAL AD #1 (Pairs Only Matter In Poker) by Michael Schmeltzer
I wear garish makeup and make faces in the mirror. Which reminds me…do you want to hear my favorite joke? Two clowns walk into a bar: one with a sad face, the makeup frown thick and chalky as a hotdog...
View ArticleROSA by Anne Germanacos
Just a name Rosa, a girl in a story, a name I happen to like. She’s a girl with a father who follows her to the ends of the earth as she follows a story, a myth, an incantation. She is trying to be a...
View ArticleSPA CARE by Xenia Taiga
The spa was located in the hills, behind the town’s famous billboards. “The farthest spot on known earth,” her husband said, looking over the brochures. “No fast foods for miles.” Her husband helped...
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