by Garrett Milligan Come back to our shallow lulls. The pool is murky but sweet on the mind’s tongue. Across the pew, we spun lives for each other and let them crumble on the choir’s lap. I have tried this one, it spits the dull shed back into my bed,…
by Sean Heflin If there’s one thing Levi Levitt hates more than anything, it’s his best friend, Trish. It’s not that Levi doesn’t hate other things: he hates when the Cleveland Cavs lose, he hates when the cafeteria serves cardboard pizza with mushy tatter tots, he hates listing out what…
by Gil Hoy When you’re a bottle 29 years go by fast, Not necessarily so for a little girl. Through Hurricane Hugo The whipping winds The crashing rain The stones that missed You, you survived intact to tell the tale of an 8 year old girl who walked along the…
by David Tuvell You know me, if words hit harder than crack, I’d push them, blow up blocks. Small talk can’t see me. What you’re suggesting, though, there’s no right way to do it. The idea’s like carrying my wallet in the wrong pocket. Sure, to keep a secret, you…