The Candle by Martin Keaveney
Scraps of burnt paper rise around us into the darkness. The bright air whistles, shriller, then softer. I drag the case behind Mother, a silhouette carrying two bags. Our bare…
Fiction
The Phantom at the Bottom of the Well by Bill DeArmond
“Hello—o?” Bailey leaned over the rim of the well, waiting for the echo to fade away. Sometimes it took the spirit two or three calls before it awakened. “Hello—o?” A…
Poetry
The Exile of Mourning by David Anthony Sam
Fire harvests my dreams as God is spoken when ashes stir the wind. Women wash themselves in such residue, knead bread from the chalk of the bone dead while singing…
Poetry
The Brand by Steven Perry
The smell of alcohol and burnt flesh filled the kitchen air I glanced at the long thick piece of iron that laid calm on the blistering red stove. I was…
Poetry
Fiddling the Fourth by Christina M. Rau
Calves on fire, feet blister on wood, they dance. They dance, sweating, fevered, another circle to the left holding hands, another set of high kicks, more do-see-do-ing. Muscles break down,…