Teenage Landlord by Philip Schaefer Yes, you are the king of your country, but the country shimmers soft pewter, not gold. The confit feasts must be microwaved, the moat must be plumbed. Your breath smells like a C + w/a hint of soccer practice. Let me teach you about...
Peacock by Michael Rogner My mother sends cards with sneaking birds ready to slip forth like this one titled Peacock painted by a child trying not to die from cancer. The peacock has one huge eye backwardly reflecting these strange colors looming. Purple molars and...
The Opposite of Sin by Jad Josey She’d walked past him moments before backing over the man. She was refreshing her timeline, glancing right and left on the way to her car. The man had leered at her, his gaze scraping the length of her body. The bridge of his nose was...
The Mermaids’ Smoke Rings by Becca Rose Hall For Aimee Bender Loneliness, and the smell of tobacco cutting through sea brine, drew the sailors straight towards the mermaids’ smoke rings. Be careful, cried the ship’s boy, spying the rocks from the crow’s...
12:12 by Justin Jude Carroll Flint is rarer than floss. I’ve learned to live without flame but sometimes I’ll scramble to the valley floor and find a fall of light limbs. My fires are anemic and balletic, swooping in arcs toward the cave roof and nearly snuffing...
