by Jonathan Everitt Hypothesis inspired by a myth, we named her Theia,for a Titaness. The size of Mars, her failed orbitsent her hurdling toward Earth, still a molten sea. Direct hit fused two planets’ iron cores, reset our axis,separating autumn from spring. Theia’s violent endmade a merged Earth enveloping a parasitic iron twin. And we…
Category: 2024
The Cargo
by Devin James Leonard It was after midnight and had been storming since the start of Buckley and Teale’s three-hundred-mile drive across New York State. Two hours into their journey, just outside the Winona State Forest, the snow blanketed the road, causing the wheels to lose traction and slide unpredictably. This was dangerous weather for…
Web
by Mary Honaker I try to reel in parts of who I was, but they are attached to me by filaments of spider webs. The web disintegrates at a touch, and I am no one. The web gleams at a certain angle of light — once a year the sun strikes it right — and…
The Laws of ME/CFS
by Mary Honaker Gravity is stronger because I am ill. I feel the constant pull of the earth. I drop to my knees and rest my forehead on the floor. Words get lost in the corridors of my brain. Your mouth is moving, and sound is coming out. I’ve been asked a question I can’t…
Volume 1, Issue 1
Poetry Web by Mary Honaker The Laws of ME/CFS by Mary Honaker weightless praise by Tain Leonard-Peck Fiction Electric Candle by Alfredo Arcilesi Told you by Travis Flatt Creative Nonfiction What to Say When Stabbed by a Stranger by June Gervais Winter Gallery 2024
Told You
by Travis Flatt “I dare you,” the day nurse, Kaylee, says. For the tenth time, I’ve warned her of the severity of my seizures. It’s easy to understand how Kaylee, who’s a student, twenty-three at most, cat-eyed, jet black-hair, knuckle-bitingly gorgeous, might provoke a man here on the Monitoring Unit to brag like he’s the…
Protected: In Memorandum of the Good
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We Still Believe
by David Dephy We still believe that everything in the world is,in some way, our reflection, we cannot be alone, turning our breath into a song, wounds into wisdom,then dawn appears, like the echo of that song. I am not going to change you.You are the mirror of myself, as I am yours. I still…
The Lights In June
by David Dephy Heart is the compass, and heart is the way.Whoever has seen how far we all can go?Whoever has measured, how much a heart can hold? I was swallowed by the abyss of promises,and eaten by the crowd,when all my wishes were outof joint. I was at the heavens’ gate running late in the…
Protected: Mannequin
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