Campfire Stories by Katie Strine
Campfire Stories I asked him to tell me ghost stories, haunted tales with so much falsity they became a novelty, continually passed from one friend to one fire to another…
Poetry
Detasseling by M. N. Hanson
Detasseling My first summer in the corn, Greg Schneider crushed his leg in a combine at a farm down the road. When I couldn’t eat dinner that night, My mother…
Poetry
Swarmers by Cassandra Rose Clarke
Swarmers We drift, snowflakes and stars, never melting, forever burning, the scent of flowers and fresh dirt propelling us along once-invisible veins of travel, now illuminated by the spring sun—ancient…
Poetry
The Artist by R.J. Davey
The Artist He applies the first deft brushstroke To a blank canvas stretched upon an old easel At first careful, then carefree As something inside him is released A piece…
Fiction
Life by David Novak
Life “It don’t feel right, Warden. It just don’t feel right at all. Not one bit.” There was a stench in the air. A new stench, that is. A stench…