Another Aftershock by Heikki Huotari Another aftershock and there’s still gamblinggoing on. The pilot wearing epaulets is asconsiderate as three men of the previously spinninglilies. Slather me with silhouettes if you would haveme be the ...
Persephone Waits for Spring by Rita Feinstein Her heart was deeper than a thermosand couldn’t be filled, and there wasn’t enough stale coffeeto last the winter, even when watered down so muchit tasted only like heat. She had to crawl onto the counter,faux granite...
You Demand Nothing by Steven Duong but a history. The bent trees, gutted temples,ring-years coiled in sepia—all of it. You cousin every crackin the sidewalk. You, with your PhD in alchemy, trade names on the black market, though your story is a hotelrededicated too...
Waltz of the White Bird a Cloud Against the Sky by Josh Bettinger Let’s go to America and smoke cigarettes.Let’s go to America and remove our selves from painful equationsthat ricochet from pixel to pixel—a darkening dream in the foreground of the city....
Anyone Going Knows Already What’s Gone by Nicholas Brown everyone dies first thing in the morning unable to bear another day my father didn’t need reminding to leave gentleness out of his going like anything worth doing it...
