Poetry

Spark by Jakob Chapman

Spark Daily warming—chopping kindling. Damper open. Build the wooden cabin higher, within the black, cast-iron stove. There is something primal in fire. Humans desire private red flames—to warm old hearts,…

Jakob Chapman · January 23, 2018Poetry

Mama Goose by Heather Truett

Mama Goose We had four geese, and then two of the geese appeared with their own brood, yellow balls of fluffy feathers, downy and bright against the green grass. My…

Heather Truett · January 23, 2018Fiction

Double Heaven by Jane McAdams

Double Heaven The dominoes were slick and black. They were professional gaming equipment, serviceable in color, their red and white spots aligned martially, in rows that suggested a deeper than…

Jane McAdams · January 23, 2018Poetry

Shipwreck by David Pring-Mill

Shipwreck Wrecked and beached, I saw a sailboat in the same state. On a bed of jagged stones, it slept, surrounded by cellphone photographers, more concerned with novelty than the…

David Pring-Mill · January 23, 2018Poetry

The Town by Katharine Benelli Coggeshall

The Town Have you ever noticed, small towns have a smell? A delicate welcoming scent that creeps into your soul. Impossible to manufacture by fat-cat reproductionists bottling sincerity sold on…

Katharine Benelli Coggeshall · January 23, 2018