Woman Hollering Creek by JR Vork
nst bank Skirt billows beneath Damp from heat Tears, down her cheek Hand to empty womb Her child, glassy eyes … breath still Floats, beyond dawn Murder, they whisper Mother,…
non-fiction
Eddie Says Goodnight by Charles Christian
iana talks about Eddie Slabaugh anymore. Why would they, there’s nobody left who remembers Eddie Slabaugh. Sure, he has the same name as the family who run the restaurant in…
Fiction
Glossoplegia by Bill Lisbon
Glossoplegia Randall looked up at the grid pattern of panels in the room’s drop ceiling and imagined a board game. The squares of florescent lights would mean something special. The…
Fiction
Too Young to Face the Dawn by Andrew DiPrinzio
rying now in your crib, which your father moved from our bedroom to the guest room. He sleeps there with you because on your first morning home post-hospital, when you…
Poetry
Felon by Charles Kell
Felon One time only the walls started to close in. My head pounded with sweat damp beads on my arms and thighs. White dirty concrete pressed against my burning temples.…