GROUND LEVEL By Gabby Shaulis
THE PUSHBy Clay Reed
DynamicAfter Denise Duhamel
Having a child changes a relationship,at least that’s what our friends with childrenhave told us several times.“It changes the dynamic!” they say,acting as if they are letting us inon...
FISHING LOCK NESS By Sam James
FISHING LOCK NESSBy Samuel W. James
Fishing Loch Ness
the stones are cool grey or hairy brown;the water barely darkens themfor yards and yards out
we argue about how deep it is,though it could certainly hide a...
WITH HER By Judah Cricelli
WITH HERBy Judah Cricelli
Three is few,One is two, Her crease, and hue,The halogen flickers when I amWith her.Drips with dew,Mud-freckled shoe,Scuffed knees, hers too, The playground goes silent when I am With her. Carpet is soft, An ocean of...
THE PUSH By Clay Reed
THE PUSHBy Clay Reed
DynamicAfter Denise Duhamel
Having a child changes a relationship,at least that’s what our friends with childrenhave told us several times.“It changes the dynamic!” they say,acting as if they are letting us inon...
INSTINCT By Chase Spruiell
INSTINCTBy Chase Spruiell
instinct
I look a dog dead in the eye.He squeaks. He squirms. But he stays where he is.Like the infantry. Like the front line. Stupid, a follower. Frozen, unable to thinkor move. Petrified.Instinctually stuck.An empty sack of fur.He knows...
THE ASIAN SHOPKEEPER By Kay Merkel Boruff
THE ASIAN SHOPKEEPERBy Kay Merkel Boruff
The Asian Shopkeeper
My eyes adjust to the darkness,a darkness crowded with antiques splayed in discord.Candles silhouette artists’ legacies rendered as torn war offerings.Lệy allows me to wander, willing me...
THE PROPAGATION By Mark Young
THE PROPAGATIONBy Mark Young
The Mackerel
Fish school whenthe moon is out. Be-fore. Separate. Atvarious levels withdisparate meanings.States of grace. Wait-ing for the cast of lightacross the surface of
the water. On app-earance drawn to it.Coalesce, luminescent.In the...
SHUDDER, By Dustin Pickering
SHUDDERBy Dustin Pickering
Shudder
Love, shudder and face me:look at these cold, keen eyesand terrify them.Make sound into lightand drive each fault down harder into my heart.
I am numb with confusionand this madness makes me ineptat...
BLUE GRASS By Gabriella Garofalo
BLUE GRASSBy Gabriella Garofalo
God, why have you got so many souls? In the deepest blue of your existence No, you think and shout, no – Even stones fear beasts and kids Trees stifle branches A red lamp measures time...
WATCHING THE SUN GO BY By Gareth Culshaw
WATCHING THE SUN GO BYBy Gareth Culshaw
WATCHING THE SUN GO BY
Her days were bythe window. An ornamentpainted by his hands.
She would watch the sunmove along the terracedhouse. Turning the time
from west to east.A sack...