by Ellie White
I open the bathroom door at work to find
a forest. Green slime coats the trees,
the rocks, the damp earth. Everything
chirps. At the knotted base of an oak
lays a shallow pit. White steam Continue Reading
by Charlotte Wührer
The inscription on the bench reads “No one loves you more than I, Petal.” It stands in a place where people walk past with their dogs, every minute at least three. It also, not without coincidence, stands in a place where five years ago Manon and Peter would still have jogged past it once a week together.
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by Norman Belanger
I go to meet her at the Greyhound station downtown. The New York bus is running 20 minutes late. Outside, it’s pouring rain, so I cool my heels, smoking cigarettes and slouching among the dim-eyed denizens of the old depot. I’m looking forward to seeing her again. It’s been a long time. Continue Reading
by Stephanie Nolan
I. Wrap your longest eyelash, not the darkest, left eye,
in a clot of cotton. Like a small cocoon or the first
fingernail clipping of a young child. Continue Reading
by Brett Petersen
A bright light streaked across the sky and disappeared into a thicket. Billy-Sally the billy goat glanced up from the grass he’d been munching on. Something on the other side of the fence was glowing. He padded cautiously to the edge of the pasture. The glow danced on the surface of his eyeballs like Chinese lanterns above a lake. The urge to jump the fence and investigate tugged at him, but Farmer Alan would be very cross if Billy-Sally were to try. Perhaps he could sneak through the front gate when the cows were let out to be milked. Continue Reading
by Hamzah Jhaveri
That’s where they’ll put my wings, I
replied. What’re yours for? That’s
where mine used to be Continue Reading
by Jane Flett
When we last left our dear friend Cindy the manatee, she was having every one of her Christmas dreams come true in the deepest and bubbliest part of the ocean—in the corpse-addled wreck of a crashed cruise liner, where she’d finally found some peace and quiet to have a wank. Continue Reading
by Catherine Sinow
Delilah’s face was always covered with crust. Sleep crust on her eyes, snot crust under her nose, and tomato soup crust on the slope between her lower lip and chin. Each morning I saw her walking with her dad to their Audi; a vinyl Hello Kitty backpack always rested on her shoulders, and the back of her stringy blonde hair was always braided into a heart. Continue Reading
by Gina Keplinger
I slice lemons
oranges & limes
to garnish our mimosas,
our Sunday morning margaritas Continue Reading
by Tara Roeder
With ragged lightning breath a long-forgotten god darts down from rolling clouds and kisses certain lawns, which bloom incessantly. Continue Reading