By N. T. McQueen
Pap. It seems since you came into this world six years ago you’ve been asking me this question. Even when your almond eyes stared back at me as you sat swaddled in… Read More
By Jessica Klimesh
In late October, I plant the bulbs, excavating dirt with my trowel. Soil, my mom corrects me, not dirt. She watches, bundled in blankets, from her wheelchair as I set each bulb six inches deep…
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By Zac Walsh
Jimmy grabs his shit like it’s an evacuation and stuffs it in the nearest bag. Shirt, boxers, socks, Gravity’s Rainbow, toothbrush, and small body spray, the brand that brings in the ladies in waves, wet and ready for action,…Read More
By Calla Orion
a.) She is Fingers. Actual fingers. Bending at the knuckle to grasp a penny on the concrete; lifting back up. Penny shines in the light. It is midday. Wealth hits her in a glint that reflects into the shop display…Read More
By Emily Brown
There was a priest at the door. He was young and jubilant. His hair was close-cut to his head, which struck Roman as odd because most of the priests he’d seen in his life had no hair at all.…Read More