Outside is the rain half the world waits for as much as we hate it at times; it gives us whatever we can gather from the energy that is frozen and makes up the world I swore I’d never live in. But like everything else it passes on its way to teaching me which way to turn. In the meantime, left with nothing but dreams and memory, I’m practicing for the death we all know is coming, that none of us know how to face. I keep trying the prayers and other means as if each could be a plot twist in the novel I keep wishing I could write. All I want to end with is the person who points down the street.
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WHAT JENNY TRIED TO SAY by David Dasher
summer leaves have two faces: toward the sun they swelter grim as anyone can; in the wind-pushed rain they jump & run & their dull pallor brightens the sudden light and the sudden dark. also the black streets are silvered, the thick yellow sun-cages dissolved into gray distances. my love and my joy, which are […]
Bad News
by Garnett Kilberg Cohen
Published previously at Michigan Quarterly Review and in Swarm to Glory (Wiseblood Books, 2014) I have some bad news. My mother’s voice is as distinct as if she is standing next to me. She sounds matter-of-fact, appropriately stricken yet carrying on with a stiff upper lip. Sure of herself. Sure that this news is real, immutable, no one […]
An excerpt from Challenger by M. C. Armstrong
PHANTOM JETS an excerpt from Challenger a novel-in-progress by M. C. Armstrong I remember nothing negative about Khalid. But people change. This guy was brilliant. If he used his knowledge in a good way, he could have been a Nobel Prize winner. — Sammy Zitawi Khalid looked into the equations on the board and saw a […]
