PoetryUntitled by Ayaz Daryl Nielsen
Untitled indifferently an interstate bridge spans over abandoned ruins of the old homestead repeating quietly to no one but myself “grandpa. . . grandma and grandpa”
Poetry
PoetryHow Strange is this Sun Kissed Winter by Ken L. Jones
How Strange is this Sun Kissed Winter The almost unrecognizable anthills are noticed By sparrows upon telephone poles whose eyes shift across pregnant continents I am about to take that journey to…
PoetryUnbeknownst to Her by Ken L. Jones
Unbeknownst to Her I am starting to understand this patchwork river whose Petals are haunted by my favorite red butterflies Oft reincarnated in the pencil tracings of a pirate’s bounty In the…
FictionA Fair Trade by Stan Cobalt
A Fair Trade Jordan looked out at the flat expanse of Kansas before him. He heard that long ago, plants used to grow here in endless uniform rows. Everyone knew nothing could…
FictionChange in Weather over Many Days by Erin Michaela Sweeney
“ Tibu to mmm’aane , what am I?” The lanky old man still strong in body and mind shields his eyes from the piercing afternoon sun and asks, “Whatever do you mean,…
FictionPorcelain Never Leaves by Rasmenia Massoud
Porcelain Never Leaves If we referred to any of our mother’s treasures as “junk,” it was a slap on the mouth. “I’m a collector,” she’d say. Me and my younger sister Beth,…
FictionRearview Mirror by John W. Dennehy
Rearview Mirror Afternoon sun reflected through the common area windows. Melvin sat with his wheelchair backed near a corner. All of his war buddies had passed away, and most of the guys…
PoetryThe Inferno by Abby Lewis
The Inferno I gravitate toward the people Who have been through hardships. The people who have pondered Taking their own life. The people who have chosen Knives and razor blades Defacing their…
FictionProcession by Rodrigo Ribera d’Ebre
Procession In retrospect, it was the worst mistake Rebecca had ever made. She ruined a man’s life. It pained her to admit that because she learned to never regret anything in the…
FictionOK? Cupid? by Jesse Weiner
OK? Cupid? “Why am I here again?” I mumble to myself as I futz with my wine glass. I’m sitting in a small booth encased in a musty velvet curtain. The lighting…
PoetryAll Journeys are Metaphors by David Anthony Sam
All Journeys are Metaphors The winter sea makes blades of every northern wind of every breaking wave of every crystal of sand I breathe spells from the land as gray as fog…
FictionGuardian by Austin Conner
Guardian I stand outside my king’s palace, my stone body towering over the city. My brother is to my right. I can hear him sometimes in the silence of the night. There,…
PoetryMonument Valley Reverie by Jackie Maugh Robinson
Monument Valley Reverie I see giant knight fortresses and kingly spires And crenelated rock towers against sunrise fires God-spaced across the desert chess board Of the breathtaking Monument Valley floor I’ve never…
Art and PhotographyStreet Photographer Shoots at a Lunar Site by William C. Crawford
PoetryAround Innumerable Pits, Waiting by Sandra Kolankiewicz
Around Innumerable Pits, Waiting You can engage or disengage around the fire pit, look toward the house or the stars you can’t see in the blackness above for the tongues flickering around…
PoetryA Trampoline under Snow by Sandra Kolankiewicz
A Trampoline under Snow So much information’s shared in the unsaying. Everything you want to know exposed by absence, which is it self a place holder, like zero makes one meaningful, provides…
NonfictionAmerican Cemetery by Bill Melton
AMERICAN CEMETERY John L. Pilker Service Number 20344946 PFC 175 Infantry 29 Div. Maryland June 19, 1944 This is the story of the medal that I left hanging on his grave marker…
FictionForever Pet by Katherine Groppo
FOREVER PET One recent afternoon, as I attempted to spray paint an old lamp while simultaneously wrangling our newly adopted golden retriever, my son discovered a ladybug. He was immediately seized by…
FictionBurn Out by Katie Winkler
Burn Out I’ll tell you what I want. Come to think of it, what exactly do I want? I used to want to be published in exclusive journals, solicited to speak at…
PoetryTransmigration by Brian Burmeister
Transmigration In Kalma they have Kalashnikovs, Russian toys for African children. The Dajo, Fur, and Zaghawa Who died as one family At the end of Janjaweed pangas and guns, Turn metal Against…