Neighbor by JB Mulligan
A person three seats overfrom a person three seats awayreading Darwish and Wodehouse – the...
Read MoreJun 13, 2019 | From the Archives, Issue #7, Poetry
A person three seats overfrom a person three seats awayreading Darwish and Wodehouse – the...
Read MoreJun 13, 2019 | From the Archives, Issue #7, Poetry
Ever calm and never standing still Are the billion stars out of which I see a few That shine...
Read MoreJun 13, 2019 | Fiction, From the Archives, Issue #7
Places are like photographs. Your first visit somewhere is the snapshot, and every visit...
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When Alex and I visit our summer apartment in Kinghorn, there’s always something that doesn’t work...
Read MoreJun 13, 2019 | Fiction, From the Archives, Issue #7
When I awoke the morning of my seventieth birthday. I knew I was no longer alive. Every part of me...
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When signs come, follow them. Coincidences exist, but so do...
Read MoreJun 13, 2019 | From the Archives, Issue #7, Poetry
growing commotionvoices loud, soft, far, and near children excitedly running past;adults casually...
Read MoreAllen stood on the banister of the wraparound porch the pink and purple spindlesof what the...
Read MoreJun 13, 2019 | From the Archives, Issue #7, Poetry
trail of pants shirts underwear ...
Read MoreJun 13, 2019 | From the Archives, Issue #7, Poetry
that’s you not me in the white bed, white board with the name of today’s on-duty nurse: Mahalia...
Read MoreJun 13, 2019 | From the Archives, Issue #7, Poetry
Without a doubt my favorite day of the year no need to buy presents, send sappy cards or FTD...
Read MoreJun 13, 2019 | From the Archives, Issue #7, Poetry
expectations are a dangerous game prefacing 2 a.m. thoughts 4 a.m. wakes 6 a.m. alarms and 8 a.m....
Read MoreJun 13, 2019 | From the Archives, Issue #7, Poetry
My grandfather left my father’s family In the middle of a cold night in 1933. He said he was going...
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Toki and I are sitting on the beach at Half Moon Bay when he spots a devil’s bird. Toki...
Read MoreJun 12, 2019 | Fiction, From the Archives, Issue #7
She was looking for the belt that said Jim on the back of it, the belt with the scorpion belt...
Read MoreJun 12, 2019 | Fiction, From the Archives, Issue #7
Elwood lifted the withered, wood board from the tall weeds and propped it against the sagging...
Read MoreJun 10, 2019 | Fiction, From the Archives, Issue #7
I walked back to her condo in the rain. Well, technically it wasn’t her condo, it was her...
Read MoreJun 10, 2019 | Fiction, From the Archives, Issue #7, Nonfiction
My paternal grandmother had a full set of dentures. What I remember most about her teeth...
Read MoreJun 10, 2019 | Fiction, From the Archives, Issue #7
The woman’s corpse clutched a tattered blanket in already skeletal fingers. Pink ponies...
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