The Structure of Clouds
by Matthew Di Paoli
The world was now completely covered in light. At first it was subtle, the stars
began to fade around the cities. Soon it reached the suburbs, then the mountains and the
sea. Continue Reading
Author: Leopardskin & Limes
seven layer cake
by Kristy Bowen
In the desert, an egg will fry at 158 degrees, water will boil at 212.
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When I Touch Your Face
by Bud Smith
The woman at the desk has frizzled hair and sharp teeth. We’re old friends.
“You don’t have to sign in,” she says.
She is smoking a cigarette in secret.
I wave and walk down that lemon and kelly hallway.
On Thursdays for mandatory community service hours, I read to the blind. Continue Reading
Whale
by Tessa Berring
The whale is marooned
at the top of the stair.
How like a whale!
So vast! So salty! Continue Reading
The True Meaning of Christmas
by Jane Flett
Once upon a time, there was a manatee that lived far below the waves in the deepest and bubbliest part of the ocean. The manatee was frequently mistaken for a beautiful mermaid by sailors, because the sailors round those parts were rum-spattered lushes who were more likely to identify as pirates. Continue Reading
The Moon Rose Up On Its Tinfoil Bed
by Darryl Price
and floated along with
us like it was attached
with a string. I thought that
meant we had a boat in
case of emergencies
but she said it was sad
but she said it was sad Continue Reading
Swing Low
by Daniel Lynch
My grandfather, who died from prostate cancer when I was nineteen, was pretty good with numbers. He was an accountant, and could total two running columns of numbers in his head at the same time.
I guess I didn’t get whatever head electricity that allowed him to do that. Continue Reading
The Sea is a Secret Net for the Bogeyman’s Feelings
by Chen Chen
The sky is a hidden pocket for the bogeyman’s
philosophy. The early morning glow is the bogeyman
in drag. The bogeyman’s greatest regret is Continue Reading
Charlie
by La JohnJoseph
It was night, inevitably, and Thackeray was asleep at the wheel. The car continued on steadily, down the bullet-straight autobahn, in almost total silence, with just a hint of a purr – good kitty. Baby was asleep inside me, she was as big as a football now, had congealed, hardened into a small human. She was fully baked, and I was nineteen. She snored softly, tooting like a toy trumpet every minute or so, her tiny body floating around in years of recycled shit. For once she wasn’t talking in her sleep. Continue Reading
My Childhood Friend, the Nazi
by Laura Nunziante
Dear F.,
It’s been a long time since we’ve seen each other. All I know about you these days is from what you do on Facebook. Was it nice in Upper Bavaria? How far have you gotten with your vegetable garden? Is your relationship still complicated? Continue Reading