Poetry In Memorandum of the Good by Ernest Williamson III, PhD Growing and Going Back by Vaishnavi Pusapati When I Left Academia by Sara Gilbert Fiction Wrong by Sean McFadden Last Flight by Terry Sanville Creative Nonfiction Of Midnight Drives and Cigarettes by Katharine Bost Winter Gallery 2024
Category: 2024
Volume 1, Issue #18
Poetry Mannequin by Morgan Chalfant Honey Suckle by Zoiey Mull King David by Casey Grooten Fiction Attached by Jordan Holman The Wood of Her Body by Amy Monaghan Winter Gallery 2024
Nephilim
by Jawn Van Jacobs If my father is an angelthen I am Nephilim –standing skyscrapers higherthan all other of God’s children –I can stomp out men like grasshoppers –pluck ammunition like splinters –survival is more a symptom whenyou’ve never had a protector. Are these my father’s traitsinherited through the same fate?He, too, had a father…
Today, I Cried Over a Cream Puff
by Amy B. Miller The shell wasn’t soggy.The cream didn’t split. It didn’tfall to the floor, orget eaten by someone rude. It triggered a memory: I make cream puffs.Sometimes. Mostly when showing off oron special occasions. I tend to overfillthe shells with excessive amountsof cream. Generous, is how I think of it. One bite and…
Acid on the Beach
by Miles De Rosa Bodies They washed early onto the sand. Fog crawled across the water. Seagulls scraped over the dunes. Surf lapped at their hair. A woman pushed a stroller, baby cowering at the darkened sky, and gazed onto the beach. There was something at the water’s edge. Scorched wood dug into the soft…
Consonant
by TJ Daly It would be impudent of me to say how I first saw the woman. Indeed, if I had seen her in such a way, I could be called a madman. In a very conservative manner, I would just be labeled a liar. However, I must say it, because leaving that small part…
Volume 1, Issue #17
Poetry Today, I Cried Over a Cream Puff by Amy B. Miller Bruised Peach by Ava Grace Nephilim by Jawn Van Jacobs Fiction Acid on the Beach by Miles De Rosa Consonant by TJ Daly Winter Gallery 2024
Bruised Peach
by Ava Grace I keep sticking my finger In the socket to feel something and i keep my hand on the stove to feelsomethingBut I keep coming back to you to feel thisI’ve been sitting out in the sun for too long and I can feel my insides turn to mush I can feel this…
Volume 1, Issue #16
Poetry street dreams by Joe Farina The Town from the Train by John Grey this sad intersection by William Doreski Fiction High Demand by Ethan Zaborowski Winter Gallery 2024
Volume 1, Issue #15
Poetry Visiting What Was Originally Known as the Georgia State Lunatic, Idiot, and Epileptic Asylum, Milledgeville, Georgia, 1994 by Mary Christine Delea Let Us Assume by Chris Hammond what did you think would happen when I moved to california? by Nicole Bethune Fiction Balloons by Erin Jamieson Winter Gallery 2024