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No Mouth

No Mouth

POETRY By Ben­jamin Faro On a finger of con­ti­nent between golden, earth ‑laden waters, where sunset is brighter even than L.A. and the Huang Hue never stops arriv­ing, I turn west to reject the mouth as a place of expul­sion. Why is it called a river mouth if a mouth…

About Leander

About Leander

FICTION By Laura Leigh Morris “I guess we should talk about Leander.” She’s cute in a ruddy cheeked, out­doors­man sort of way. Not the type of woman I picture with my husband. I stab at the salad with my fork, wave at her to dig…

I’m Receiving Postcards From Eve

I’m Receiving Postcards From Eve

POETRY By Sarah Dick­en­son Snyder Post­marked in Santa Fe: the sky is elec­tric blue with quiet  clouds banked against the endless moun­tains.   From the West Coast: an ocean is an ocean,  water swelling forever.   Maybe she travels for a new lan­guage. She knows how to pro­nounce the past…

Dear President, my errant hand typed

Dear President, my errant hand typed

POETRY By Terence Degnan dear Palin­drome, fuck// dear Parkinson’s,// Dianne is in the hos­pi­tal again// we are sitting on her dog, Sam// before she was taken away she walked over and gifted me one of those grip­pers my old man used to keep on his…

Bubble

Bubble

POETRY By Charles Byrne even pre-prepan­dem­ic, we were bubbled: Netflix- & Amazon sealed: pix­e­lat­ed min­is­cule-screen freeze-frames: air encir­cled in  plastic air bubbles with a tiny black box at the bottom: dis­crete  behav­ior­ist levers to parcel out the dopamine drip: our secure  little bubbles: gossip is…

Driving with Janis Joplin

Driving with Janis Joplin

CREATIVE NONFICTION By Amy Schein­er You’re with me on those summer days, all the windows down and the moon roof open, the sun strong enough to warm our skin but not so strong as to blind us. Your kalei­do­scop­ic bracelets reach­ing from wrist to elbow…

O Death, Won’t You Spare Me

O Death, Won’t You Spare Me

GENRE FICTION By Jennie Evenson  My mama’s singing had power. Real power. She’d start every song with a low round note, then slide it upward to a high lone­some sound and hold it there, letting it shiver against her ribs, before she sent the note…

Toy Surprise

Toy Surprise

FICTION By Dina Cox The toy sur­prise at the bottom of the cereal box turned out not to be a fidget spinner or packet of magic markers, or minia­tur­ized plastic batting helmet, but a message in a bottle, a very small bottle, for­mer­ly a bottle containing…

Stocked

Stocked

DRAMATIC WORK by Serena Norr CHARACTERS BEN: 25, Dreams to work at Stocked, HQ MAC: 55, CEO of Stocked, HQ BETTY: 30, Stocked Mom, College Student, Best Friend, etc. Assumes all roles and easily con­firms to fit any part at Stocked, HQ 2–3 VARIOUS PEOPLE:…

How to Do Sirsasana (Headstand)

How to Do Sirsasana (Headstand)

CREATIVE NONFICTION By Rachael Hanel You’ll need strength to do this. * You see the bodies around you, beau­ti­ful in their power, the way legs float effort­less­ly up into the air and achieve sir­sasana, head­stand, for many breaths. You want that power and beauty, too. *…