Commuting by Morgan Bazilian
Commuting A day breaks Unfettered by guilt or gravity. The foothills seem to be laying back, reclining. The dirt sighs, aware of the heat that will return unabated. The water…
Poetry
Untitled Poems by Bekah Steimel
Untitled Poems I. I’m as dark as the dreams of a demon cold to the touch as if I’m already partially dead I stroll around in the shadows dodging the…
Fiction
Under the Stars by Joseph Benedict
Under The Stars I “Thanks for coming. I’m sure my father would have appreciated it.” Robert forced his lips into a smile as the elderly couple made their way through…
Poetry
Springtime by John Reinhart
Springtime arrived, open mouthed, black, screeching harpy-like in the tree branch above my picnic table, sure to shit all over the white paint, something dead hanging from her claws; mechanically…
Poetry
Watching the Lamar River Rapids by Tovah S. Yavin
single drop Lurch and hop across a rock And wondered if he’d rather stay To sun himself in sleepy thought. I guessed he’d love to waste a day Lurking in…