Hustlers by T.C. Jones Star Wars was our obsession. During the winter our neighborhood became Hoth, throughout the summer it was Tatooine. When we explored the woods and streams behind our town’s quiet streets we searched for Ewoks in the trees. One thing was for...
Guillotine by Kaj Tanaka Reading fiction submissions for the online literary magazine where I am an assistant editor, it all feels so hopeless. I’m the guy who does the second reading of our submissions—the stories our volunteer readers have already rejected. My job...
Fight by Mercedes Lawry Played out on a green field, square,or roughly so, the intersection of two boys,one and the other in conflict, tempers abraded. Was he wronged, this one, or caught in slant perception?Was he insulted, that one, at such ruinous assumption?The...
How Do I Fit This Ghost In My Mouth by Anca Szilagyi after Geoffrey Farmer at the Vancouver Art Gallery I wanted to tell her how she’d said, one blue caninestupid she looked, but buzzing bright in herthere wasn’t enough time. mouth. So bright...
Excerpts from ‘Glass City’ by Nick Greer [ Lovers ] People in the city take lovers, how could they not? The evening fog comes on suddenly and old houses can’t keep heat though they do have working fireplaces. I once taught a student at the university how...
The Origins of Poetry by Kevin Honold Archaeologists claim that chance nicksaround the rim of a clay drinking bowlmay have suggested meter to a pair of postglacialdeadbeats squatting in one of the less respectable caves,eating burnt beans, damning the insufferable...
