This story was nominated for a Pushcart Prize. The paint had chipped off of one of Mary’s eyes and the other had faded and begun to fleck off in places, mutating her maternal gaze into something more sinister, full of agony. I held eye contact with those eyes or, the one eye and the plaster […]
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MARY
I SEE THE ATTIC
by Charlene Fix
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars. -Oscar Wilde It was the habitat of ghosts, and a black suitcase stenciled AKC for my mother, Anne Kobrinsky Cohen, who is a spirit now. There was writing on the walls, some ours, some scrawled before our parents ever […]
Nothing Bad Part 1: The Fire
by Mary Grimm
Pyrokinesis. Cigarette breaks. Nuns! Our serialization of Mary Grimm’s novelette starts now, with “The Flame.”
Abecedarian in Keith’s Unlikely C#m Key
by Karla Linn Merrifield
A flash is threat, fire is sweeping but, you, Keith, brother, a shot away can never fade away, sliding up my imagination, double-stringing me against the drone, each line of mine, a fret, a kiss away from fuck stains, mad bull fallin’ off the wagon. gritty, grinding gitty guitar, playing me dirty as a poet’s […]
Wound
by Jessica Turney
I wash around the wound on your back, press my fingers and rub around the cut, flat and long, like the road you needed to take home. After the accident I wanted to say, let this be a road to take you far away from California, broken elbows and promises from bad men, friends who […]
Elegy for Irene
by Jessica Turney
I. She can’t speak, hasn’t worn her dentures for months, but her mouth moves in rotation, lips pressed, she begs with her eyes, as if she can negotiate to stay in this hospital bed, her eyes blue as fire, the fire I see flicker from her stove, where I smell cornbread pancakes, syrup turning hot […]
On The Member of the Wedding (and its adaptations) Seventy-Five Years Later
by Jennifer L. Gauthier
It is said that McCullers remarked to a cousin about Lee, “Well, honey, one thing we know is that she’s been poaching on my literary preserves.”
GROCERY STORE ARTIST
by Joshua Gottlieb-Miller
Within our disorienting, indefinite pandemic, the lonesome invisibility of retail workers has become ironized by their initial hyper-visibility.
PARADISE
by Joshua Beggs
The sun beats down on Paradise like an angry drunk. It cracks the villas’ pastel stucco skin, makes syrupy heat waves roil above the tar roofs, and bleaches the loose gravel driveways into trails of jagged bone shards. It makes the oak trees sag, browns the evergreens’ needles, and turns the air sticky with the […]
Women Writers in Indie Publishing:
Alissa Hattman Interviewed by Raki Kopernik
Share your work and allow yourself to be vulnerable, risking something on every page.
