by Carol Casey The path is trodden, dusty, level.You know it will take youwhere many have gone. Step off—tangles of brambles,sometimes with blackberries,more often with little clawsthat catch on clothes and skin;and tortuous tree roots—inconvenient, sacred data unearthed—subterranean snakelets somehowsifted into snarls for feet to catch.There are stems that twine…
A Good Thing is the third-place winner for SNHU’s 2016 Fall Fiction Short Story Competition. by Megan Parker “Montgomery, Juneau, Phoenix—” Ricky slipped through the opening in the chain link fence, waving his flashlight for Meadow to follow. He had brought wire cutters just in case the vandalized links had…
by Megan Parker I brought Medusa to the Opera so we could fool around. I seduced her with promises of macabre song, a scale hissing from the staged chorus in masks that look of flayed clowns flogged by C minor. Is it creepy that I brought Medusa to the Opera…
by Megan Parker In the dark, we are fathomless. Entire galaxies form beneath our tongues, and we explore our cosmic spaces as if for the first time. My curves form constellations for your elegant hemispheres, and in the big dip of our bed, we blend seamless. Your heat strikes the…