When My Parents Were Hippopotamuses

2015, Poetry

When My Parents Were Hippopotamuses by Alex Gallo-Brown   When my parents were hippopotamuses, they grew tiny immaculate strawberries and wore them on their fingers like rings. They didn’t have to taste them— they knew that they were extraordinary. The president...

Look and Leap Contest Winners Audio

2015, Audio/Visual, Poetry, Prose

Look and Leap Contest Winners Audio The winners of our 2015 Look and Leap Contest, as read by Managing Editor Courtney Johnson at the release party for Issue #6 at Gallery 4Culture. “Death’s Fabulous Remains,” Barbara Harroun”Branching,”...

Release

2015, Prose

Release by Talia Cohen   The thirty burros were the last straw. I already couldn’t sleep because the road kept unspooling in front of me whenever I closed my eyes, and Thomas’s macaroni-bean special added its own sour notes to my internal chaos. I launched myself...

Like Birds, We Will Fly Away

2015, Prose

Like Birds, We Will Fly Away by Amy Foster Myer   My grandson called in the middle of the night, incoherent. Before I had the phone to my ear, he was already talking like we were in the middle of a conversation, his voice one jumbled note, long and low. I...

Deployment

2015, Prose

Deployment by Asha Dore   At the dock, which is really a concrete platform edging into the Atlantic, hard blue waves whip up sending a pale mist across naked ankles or nude hose or the hems of stark white pants. Some of the other families have hired photographers...

Spirits of the Motherland

2015, Poetry

Spirits of the Motherland by Jim Davis   Xena Warrior Princess with an iron bra sprays Downy wrinkle release on khakis & I say thank you. I am gentle. There’s a little nipple on my new pen so I can draw on my intelligent pad, 15 dreams of when I was a violent...