LET’S PRETEND–TOM BLOCK
Becca: A twelve year-old girl, played by a woman.Amanda: A twelve year-old girl, played by a woman. Amanda was born in China and adopted.A living room. Becca and Amanda sit on the ground… Continue reading
The Cat Talks To Her–John Tustin
She claims the cat talks to herand the squirrels and the birdsand even the wasps and the bees,all summer longbefore their slow windings downat the conclusion of their season and I ask her,my… Continue reading
Footprints: Travel Imaginaries Through Photography–Linda Briskin
Footprints ***Linda Briskin is a writer and fine art photographer. Her creative nonfiction bends genres, makes quirky connections and highlights social justice themes—quietly. Frozen Air, an editor’s pick, was published in CNF journal… Continue reading
Taking Strength–Zoë Landale
September smells of tomato leaves, feraland green, and despair, which leanson you with the hard slide of a hillside, toppling. Despair smells of dust.It coats your throat the way smoke from forest firesdoes.… Continue reading
CONFESSION: THE HOURS, A MONOLOGUE — NATASCHA GRAHAM
INT. A WINDOWLESS ROOM. A WOMAN. HAIR A BIT UNBRUSHED. IN NEED OF A WASH. HUGS A CARDIGAN AROUND HERSELF AND SHIFTS IN HER SEAT LIKE SHE’S WAITING FOR SOMEONE ELSE TO COME… Continue reading
Boy or Girl?–Charles J. March III
Boy or Girl? ***Charles J. March III is a faux-poet, quasi-writer, pseudo-musician, and counterfeit-artist currently living in California. His pieces have appeared in such places as the Chicago Tribune, L.A. Times, in the… Continue reading
The Plot–David L. Williams
I well remember one book I’d been reading,But not the title, author, or its ending,And even though I saw where it was heading,It caught me off guard with its rendering The figure of… Continue reading
hurt…–Kathleen Hellen
I circled like a dog, flattening the grass to lie down in the shit. There was Trent, who wrote in raw the fragile hours at the canyon. Then Cash like Ajax carrying the dead:: I… Continue reading
Friction–Tom Barlow
My father polished the gold of hiswedding ring with rough sweat andcoal dust until his finger shone likean emperor’s. On her hands and knees, my mother,armed with her can of Comet,scrubbed through porcelainand… Continue reading
Coal to Burn the World–Natascha Graham
I do not belong here.I, do not belongBelly down against flat earth I,Splinter like sheet glassbeneath boots that crack my spine I. Do not belong.I, a feather bed to my own headMy… Continue reading
STUCK–REBECCA RESSL
Alan stumbled in the front door, mouth gaping, sweat pooling, crotch damp. He dropped the car keys to the floor and muttered something incoherent. We’ve been here before. I prodded him to the… Continue reading
Avalon–Marilyn McCabe
“Avalon” is an exquisite corpse composition from a group of poets in residency at the Massachusetts Museum of Contemporary Art, where the video images were also taken. ***The Boiler House Poets meet every… Continue reading
Realisation–Anna Ross
At first, I didn’t realise this was a dollhouse.And I have no-one to blame but myself.Every room lacks a wall. The same wall.You should always be careful,In houses that are lacking.There is a… Continue reading
And Our Journey Began Again–Edward Lee
And Our Journey Began Again ***Edward Lee is an artist and writer from Ireland. His paintings and photography have been exhibited widely, while his poetry, short stories, non-fiction have been published in magazines… Continue reading
Visible Woman–Ellen Austin-Li
-after Seated Dress with Impression of Drapery, by Karen LaMonte Cast, sandblasted, and acid-etched.Sculpture made from translucent glass, emptyof body beneath its folds. Full-length fabric drapes beyond bended kneesto cover the suggestion of… Continue reading
MAY I SEE YOUR PAPERS?–PETER GREGG SLATER
Born third-generation American in New York City (the Bronx), I have been privileged to be able to move about at will in this country and never have to show papers. If Providence had… Continue reading
The words have a heaven of their own–James Diaz
The words have a heaven of their own ***James Diaz (They/Them) is the author of This Someone I Call Stranger, (Indolent Books, 2018) and All Things Beautiful Are Bent (Alien Buddha, 2021) as well as the founding… Continue reading
HUMAN BEHAVIOR–JAIME SANDOVAL
There wasn’t any parking on Asa’s street. This happened last time too. Had there been a single parking spot, I might’ve gotten laid that night. My palm hovered over the horn, but I… Continue reading
Legacy–David M. Harris
You can’t get Kodachrome now. eBay tookmost of the equipment. Even the digitalcamera languishes in a drawer somewhere.I usually remember to carry my phone,but it isn’t the same. Traveling, I take a fewsnaps,… Continue reading