Spite House by Nickalus Rupert Roz: No one calls the city by its name. Are we the outskirts of Cleveland? Baltimore? Cincinnati? Makes little difference. The city won’t have us. After sunset, breeze shifts just enough that I can pick up bakery smells over garbage...
A Brief History of the Navel Orange in California by Neleigh Olson Today, Jake McCallister will die for love. # Eighty-four years later, on the same spot of earth, though it would look different then, a woman, age forty-two, signed her divorce papers on the kitchen...
Queens of the Universe by Allison Pinkerton The popular girls at St Zelda’s had spiritual gifts—healing, speaking in tongues, interpreting tongues, prophecy. But, they were bitches, so they spoke in tongues to gossip. They interpreted tongues to spread more gossip,...
Love Poem by Spencer Williams When Mom cut her hair, the first joke: managers, then lesbians.We laughed. When laughter died, she still lookedgood. I am writing this past tense, but Mom still isthat haircut. It feels she might be the first of us to live forever.All the...
And Oedipus Answered the Sphinx: by Weston Morrow I was there when this world was born. I was there—at the horizon—where they separated sky from sea, the line that is no line, except that you expect it to be. I was there when the bonds were forged,and have been made...
