The seed of the flower of death, as small as a foxglove aphid, plants itself in the loam of birth to wind its roots and piercing stalk through the lattice of our organs until there’s no space left to burrow. It’s only then that the bud bursts our skin, to begin to unfurl its dark […]
Rebecca Pyle
REBECCA PYLE, named at birth for Daphne du Maurier’s and Hitchcock’s masterpieces, Rebecca, is both writer and artist whose artwork and writing are in Fugue, The Chattahoochee Review, Muse/A Journal, JuxtaProse, The Menteur, Cobalt Review, The Hong Kong Review, New England Review, Gargoyle, The Kleksograph, and The Penn Review. Pyle has lived the past decade or two in Utah, not terribly far from the often cloud-draped Great Salt Lake and its many small islands continually hosting migrating birds. Her artwork has appeared on covers of over a dozen journals, and within many others. Website: rebeccapyleartist.com
The Titan Arum
The Work of Windows
by Beth Williams
My father built us a house with solid front doors, thick enough to save us from wolves. He hoped every exit would hold tight to its jamb. But arms come with hinges. Harsh is the opening when you can’t see what’s coming. Puberty through a peephole never dares to knock. How […]
Baba Yaga and the Bird
by Sophie Panzer
Baba Yaga lives deep in the Hudson Valley in a house on chicken legs. She studied sculpture at the Rhode Island School of Design back in the ’50s and transformed the stilts holding the home up over her backyard pond. Her lot is surrounded by an ancient fence studded with bleached skulls—deer and squirrel bones […]
Warrior
by Lane Falcon
the not letting me touch him when mummified again
by medicine and its machines. Even when I wrap
him in his favorite blanket, lift his saddled head and lay
it on his home pillow, he doesn’t look at me. He barely moves.
