by James Croal Jackson Now that I know how to swimI am ready to save every bodyfrom the waves in my brain. The neurological tsunamisweeps me from whatever you are trying to say because I was trying to save myself firstby drifting away.
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Putting the Dog Down
by Kimberly Nunes Though it meant deaththe van pulled up in luminous sunthough it meant death—carried to sand, her final ocean whiffkind eyes on us, haunches stilled,a big heart too large, and all this beauty—though it meant death
Pipedream : County Hwy F36, Newton, Iowa
by James Maynard We lingered four thousand nights beneath an unmoving sky.Rut and root and bark. Fruit bursting from our limbs.And without speech we swayed, a system writtenFor the choirs of leaf we named the shattering.As the afternoon’s white yellow split into blue.As beneath the shards he sang his dark…
Only Light
by Lindsey James (This story contains the death of a child.) You walk into the garage, counting and discounting your steps in equal measure, as if the right can cancel out the left, can erase your progress, can sweep away the gritty prints sketching the distance between the door and…
On the Pitch of Life
by Ali Ashhar On a freezing winter nightwhile watching premier league on televisiondad tells me he used to leadhis college team,we sip coffee togetherit has been a whilesince dad has seen his college pals.He narrates me an instanceas he reminisce his dynamic personalityon the field,in the meanwhile Chelsea scoresand dad…
Match.com
by Bree LeMaire Cindy met Pablo on Match.com after a couple girlfriends signed her up. They christened her Cindy, for Cinderella, knowing she’d eventually come across a prince. Pablo showed up, a perfect match. Her picture was reminiscent of a thirtyish librarian, a short dirty blond without glasses. His picture…
Just an Idiot
by Yekaterina Droog (This story contains themes of war.) Styopka woke up. His bed was shaking as if he were on the train again. He loved trains: you didn’t have to do anything – you simply sat on the berth and looked through the dusty window at the barren fields,…
Interpretations
by Craig Fishbane 1 Teresa was separated from her family at the border. She spent a month at a facility where the boys shared the same bathroom as the girls. She insists that everything is fine now that she is back with her mother. She always has a smile for…
If Hummingbirds Could Talk
by Haley M. Forté It all began with a hummingbird feeder that hung from a maple tree. Watching the buzzing birds flit from perch to perch as the emerald leaves faded to their autumnal states was how Little Emilia wished to spend her mornings. Mother was always busy, and Father…
Four Octaves for Cyd Charisse
by James Maynard 1/Particular, with a forty-second street skimmerPendant on the toe of your stilettoWhich lifts, emerald, into the carcinogenic heavenAbove Gene Kelly’s eyes. Yet when you moveCosmic — world & form splashing into singularity.A figure turning a figure, turning.What is seen then not seen, a flash of the eternalThen…