by Russell Rowland Sketchy is the restroomin this ramshackle arcade—almosta closet, dark—still, she has to go.Granddaughter, eight, insistsGrampy accompany her. I do— softened at her own wayof being those years young, her faiththat an elder man, retired,unremarkable, divorced, can causethe world to seem a safer place. Once we’re both inside,…
by Chelsea Eccleston The smoke stung my eyes, making them water uncontrollably. It burned my lungs, making me cough and unable to breathe. I crawled along the floor unable to tell where the door was. Was it in front of me? Behind? I was running out of time. I choked…
by Gabriella Garofalo Grieve not, sister, for the invisible, The hard-toiling wind, the grass hikers trample, Death’s ashen brother, the sleep, Don’t fall prey of tangled thoughts, You know she has an attitude And gives it the large, you know her – Trust me, soon the mist will rise From…