Ekphraseis — Bradley J. Fest

for Taylor Baldwin’s The Oracle [W]hen I look at that of which I may regard myself as the imaginary possessor, I fix upon what would give me pleasure in my average moments. .… Continue reading

Under the Rope Swing — Evan James Sheldon

The husband thought things were going pretty well between himself and his wife until he found the dead birds. He came home on a lunch break and while he was pulling up, a… Continue reading

Queen Conch — Amy Schmitz

I thought I was done with fish tired of the pull and scrape but if I walk through a fishery with a man who is still my husband just seven years older than… Continue reading

Inside Story Paintings — Jan Donley

“Jan Donley’s Inside Story Paintings combine her love of train riders and her love of literature. All of her art is painted and layered on an iPad screen. She uses an app called… Continue reading

A Quarter Die — Linette Marie Allen

Take 1 : Everybody loves eagles. Those roping off territories in Kafkaesque sky, those caked in nylons over kindergartens and castles and jailhouses, those choked over silverbacks. And the latter, yes, one of… Continue reading

Sinead O’Connor is Suicidal and Living in New Jersey — Christina M. Rau

A lot of people live in New Jersey, New York, the tri-State area, and many of them are fine, and by fine, I mean getting by quite all right, eating meals, working the… Continue reading

Passing Train Whistle — Joseph Somoza

While the fire is snapping and roaring, I should stay out here with the grackles who dropped in this morning to investigate the bird feeder. I should stay to watch the leaves fall… Continue reading

Ex-Tempora — Toti O’Brien

Let’s start under the tree. My braids pinned around my skull—an intimate hairdo I only sport in domestic settings. No make-up besides lipstick. I am holding my morning cup of coffee. My son… Continue reading

Lambs — Bruce Meyer

As we came up the sideroad, they could have been mistaken by morning rain for tufts of cloud left on a knoll, white as heaven, if heaven exists, standing there to practice a… Continue reading

Belonging — Laurence Klavan

ROLAND, uncouth, thirties, stands at the door. He is near MERRY, more refined, also thirties, whose place it is.                                                 ROLAND I just want you to know:  I’m not the kind of man who… Continue reading

Thoughts — Terry Savoie

“the object speaks, it induces us, vaguely, to think”                                                   Roland Barthes I’ve been thinking how grass thinks & how the privet hedge       thinks & how our sewage flowing beneath the street thinks as… Continue reading

Aurora Borealis — Ginny Fite

My left hand, raised above me holding a paperback novel, is missing my wedding ring. An indentation remains, ghost-like, on my skin, a reminder of allegiance and duty. My hands swelled at eight… Continue reading

Lunchtime Fandango — Catherine Moore

She was the kind of woman who brought her lunch to work in a Victoria’s Secret bag. Its pink and white stripes perched sex next to the other refrigerator sandwiches. She was also… Continue reading

Incidental — Sarah Jamack

you could find yourself in cold rain on a hot night where raindrops, rain boots, and streetlights combine in the puddles where you take your longest strides — the water shakes, shatters, breaks… Continue reading

10 Landscape Photographs — Fabrice Poussin

    Click Images to Enlarge.         *** Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The… Continue reading

Saint Cosme — David Amadio

Royce Demarco hadn’t seen his parents in over two months. He was out of work and had some time on his hands, so he decided to pay them a visit. On a Thursday… Continue reading

Like Rain — Bill Abbott

She rested her arm on the window ledge, stared out the rain-splattered window at the wet streets below, and wondered aloud how anyone could be persuaded to go out on a day like… Continue reading

Musical Egg — William Doreski

Soft-shelled, softer than a turtle’s, it hums in a nest of rags and yarn. You have to humble yourself to hear it. You have to kneel and cup an ear to catch the… Continue reading

Exhibit at Chile’s Museum of Memory and Human Rights — Michelle M. Tokarczyk

You think the shards are all the same: Look again. Glass shards in a room of glass. Orienting north, south. Reflecting bodies darker, lighter. Death can’t erase every difference. Glass shards illuminate our… Continue reading

Emily Webber Reviews Space Invaders by Nona Fernández

Space Invaders by Nona Fernández Translated by Natasha Wimmer Fiction, 88 pages ISBN: 978-1-64445-007-9 Publication Date: November 5, 2019 Publisher: Graywolf Link: https://www.graywolfpress.org/books/space-invaders In Nona Fernández’s Space Invaders, a group of friends remember… Continue reading

Floating Away — Holly Day

I put the tiny boat in the water and watch it float away. Somewhere, someday, someone will pull it out of the water, either intact or as a sodden, soggy newspaper mess, find… Continue reading

Featured Artist — Christine Mugnolo

    These new works return to my foundation in figure drawing to examine the rituals, trials and furies of childhood and sisterhood. Created from a combination of live models and memory, these… Continue reading