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Ghoul, fiction by Corey Mesler
It was a folk tale, an urban legend. That’s what we told ourselves though it was scant comfort. I think I heard it first from my older brother’s friends on a night I was supposed to be asleep but, instead, … Continue reading
Making Ends Meet, poem by Teisha Dawn Twomey
A good rule of thumb, is to pull the fine thread through a length twice the stretch. Wind the string in a semi-circle to make a loop, pull the ends through, tie the split twin tails taut together knotted twice or … Continue reading
The road starts 896, Newark, Delaware, fiction by Timothy Gager
The road starts 896, Newark, Delaware It started with Black Beauties but also with Pink Footballs. You remember those, at least one of them? When you chopped them up and inhaled the burn was remarkable. Take hundreds of tips of … Continue reading
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Reckoning, fiction by Cat Pleska
It was quiet in the old boarding house, no where near morning. Silent, dark houses clustered hard by the road. Nearby the usually raucous but now silent, beer joint, the Dew Drop Inn beamed the only glow onto the street … Continue reading
Blind Visions, poem by Margot Brown
The grass and once green trees are stiff and December is frozen in all my heart’s tears. Don’t see no difference in stayin or goin cause I’ll always have the same fears. Wish I could start, just start walkin a new road–one that leads me … Continue reading
The Scent of a Woman, poem by Diana Rosen
(originally published in Camroc Press Review) The scent of a woman lingers in her kitchen like her signature sauce simmering until it steams windows damp on an autumn day. Lingers in her children’s bedrooms like her reading voice or memories of tender kisses … Continue reading
Apollo 11, poem by Ron Cooper
Dishes washed and dried, Kitchen floor swept three times, Countertops polished five, Mother rearranges silverware, dusts cabinets. Father gets another cup of coffee. “Go on to bed, Martha. If Gabriel toots, it’ll wake you.” But she refolds the dishrag, Looks out the window, up. A … Continue reading
Baloney, poem by Thomas Alan Holmes
Baloney I. Usually, when I commit to it, I’ve bought pre-packaged, thick-sliced stuff that has red plastic casing around the edge. I lay some slices down and take a table knife I can wash in the sink and cut the stuff in half, then notch … Continue reading
What These Boots are Made For, fiction by Matt Prater
Ten years and more had passed, and Joy was now a Ms. That part of it was not as hard as she’d been told; the good things in a bad man weren’t so much, she’d found, that the loss of them … Continue reading
Calf, fiction by James Owens
Dad is thinking about me and a woman, but he has forgotten he is doing it. The heater in the truck makes the windows sweat on the inside and drip in lines like crying, and the lights of the cars … Continue reading
