Success by Harris Coverley
I imagine a field between hillsSometime decades henceIn some antipodean land(Maybe New Zealand)And...
Read MoreJun 19, 2019 | From the Archives, Issue #7, Poetry
I imagine a field between hillsSometime decades henceIn some antipodean land(Maybe New Zealand)And...
Read MoreJun 19, 2019 | From the Archives, Issue #7, Poetry
An Italian concerto playing at the edge of Mediterranean Sea as if unscented flame flooded the...
Read MoreJun 19, 2019 | From the Archives, Issue #7, Poetry
The rich like to lecture you about the much-vaunted virtues of meritocracy while they slip fat...
Read MoreJun 19, 2019 | From the Archives, Issue #7, Poetry
I am gardening in south Louisiana heat, my Mother’s Day gift to myself, until, red in the...
Read MoreJun 19, 2019 | From the Archives, Issue #7, Poetry
Bless the turnstile too tight for your young hands to push past, the three silver arms I bumped...
Read MoreJun 19, 2019 | Fiction, From the Archives, Issue #7
Afternoon thunderstorms converted the front ditch into a stream. Josh, Caroline, and Melissa...
Read MoreJun 19, 2019 | Fiction, From the Archives, Issue #7
I remember falling down. I twirled and twirled until I couldn’t stand upright. I was giddy and...
Read MoreThe lady came on at the 14th floor Those of us already there restarted our maneuverings— puzzle...
Read MoreJun 19, 2019 | Fiction, From the Archives, Issue #7
The beach, littered with bone-white shells and coral, soaks up blood with surprising speed. My...
Read MoreJun 19, 2019 | Fiction, From the Archives, Issue #7
As Ray scanned the property, he couldn’t help but notice how run-down things had gotten after mom...
Read MoreJun 19, 2019 | Issue #7, Nonfiction
In Moorestown, New Jersey, the quiet suburb of Philadelphia in which I was forced to spend the...
Read MoreJun 19, 2019 | From the Archives, Issue #7, Poetry
Moonbeams at my back I sweep stardust from my eyes Once inebriated with thirst with lust Now...
Read MoreJun 19, 2019 | Fiction, From the Archives, Issue #7
Jill was startled awake by a sound. She sat up in bed, staring into the darkness. The blankets had...
Read MoreJun 19, 2019 | Fiction, From the Archives, Issue #7, Nonfiction
I was only seventeen when I fell in love with a one-armed trumpet player. It didn’t take long. I...
Read MoreJun 19, 2019 | From the Archives, Issue #7, Poetry
Standing under the hot summer sun on the asphalt too...
Read More3 cups fresh blueberries...
Read MoreJun 19, 2019 | Fiction, From the Archives, Issue #7
You are a creature my tired feet are limping to capture, an awakening on the horizon as luscious...
Read MoreJun 19, 2019 | Fiction, From the Archives, Issue #7
My knuckles turned white from the death grip on my axe. Chewy clutched his shovel like a bayonet....
Read MoreTrail rocks—wet leaves, talk— determined footing, no view yet but a cell tower at the top, the...
Read MoreJun 19, 2019 | From the Archives, Issue #7, Poetry
an unruly breeze tugs and teases golden braids when the sun flowers and her daughters laugh and...
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