After “One Train May Hide Another,” by Kenneth Koch
When you are hit by that fear of preferring not to talk with someone who approaches. When you stop to turn away and pull a copy of Tristram Shandy out of the ...
You Think It Is Safe To Cross by Millicent Borges Accardi
Poetry
Honey, it’s too tight. Let’s try a larger one.
It’s fine, mom.
No, it’s not, sweetie. You need a larger one. Look, see how tight it is.
They don’t have a larger one.
Are ...
Back-to-School Barbie by Donald A. Ranard
Flash Fiction
A friend told me she’d never been in love. The friend is a dance friend, a woman in her 40s, divorced, and currently in a long-term relationship.
“I think the closest thing to being in love I’ve ever felt ...
The Closest Thing Has Always Been by Emily Mathis
Nonfiction
Carly Alaimo is a writer from Augusta, GA. She received her MFA in Fiction from Georgia State University. Her work has been published in The Harvard Advocate, Phoebe Journal, Split Lip ...
IT’S A QUIZ! by Carly Alaimo
Fiction
Concerning the Future of Souls by Joy Williams
Review by Donna Vatnick
Publisher: Tin House Books
Publication Date: July 2, 2024
ISBN: 978-1959030591
Pages: 176
Joy Williams has long been obsessed ...
Concerning the Future of Souls by Joy Williams Review by Donna Vatnick
Book Reviews
It wasn’t meant to be saved among my memoir of hurricaneto beat back the armed sunwind is stunned that the wings aren’t threadbaredon’t plunge to the streetas brittle bones of losscall it luck that no cage can ...
Salvation (and an injured bird) by Dorsía Smith Silva
Poetry
They want to wash you first, but I can’t wait. I’m greedy for you. You smell bone-broth soupy. I tell them how bears lick their babies clean. How grass-eaters do this too. I wonder if it’s the only time they taste ...
Well met by Dominic Reed
Flash Fiction
The InscriptionThere laid the Stone, like a mountain it seemedAnd we were here, sitting, an exhausted teamWomen and men, the young and the elderbound together but with leg-cuffs: the Chainand if you wanted to go to ...
Poem by Mehdi Akhavan Sales translated by Ali Asadollahi
Translations
We put Janet Shaw in charge of keeping the records and lists and spreadsheets, then she went and died in May. Now it’s June, and no lists. No Iowa City City High Class of ‘83 master plan for the August reunion. No ...
In The End by Leslie Pietrzyk
Fiction
