The Weight On My Back by Penn Stewart “It feels like saltwater in my veins,” Layla says. “Cold and gritty.” I hold her other hand, the one not attached to the arm with the IV drip. “Did you knowthe salinity of ocean water and our blood is the same?” “You’ve told me...
2017 Poetry Contest Honorable Mention “Snowbirds” by Lauren Paredes Mother, the snowbird from Upstate New York,has the stature of a stork carrying babiesacross state lines. She’s in the Sunshine State now—no, not Disney World for this bird who favors Snow...
Relaxing Sounds For Sleeping by Julianne Neely 20160130: finger biting 20160201: your bare feet on my wooden floor 20160203: the colors teal and purple 20160207: photocopying a picture of your eyes 20160221: chasing geese 20160229: taking the...
On Judging The Death of Another by Brian Cooney Montaigne calls it a children’s story, the death of Croesus, his final plea to Solon. Myself, I didn’t hear this one when I was a tyke, and mostly I think today’s youth don’t know it. I do remember the urban myth of the...
The Helicopter Patients by Michael Mount I In the evening of our third day on with little more to do than play games of cat and mouse with Lonnie, the old janitor, Jeffrey, the other CNA, and I took to harassing Martha the nurse. In the night, anyway,...
