Supermarket Bouquet by TJ Acena It’s late. A man stands at the front door of a house holding an end-of-the-evening supermarket bouquet. A woman opens the door. She crosses her arms over her chest as the man stutters an apology. The flowers tremble as he hands them...
White Caps Spilt to Sea by E. Briskin If the sun moved, curved aspects would resolve thingness differently. To be the shadow itself would be simpler. Lying there lying there there in the oceansalt-thinking wave sifting paper squaring sand. The soprano, forgotten, sang...
The Great Bear by Jeanine Walker The bear with his wings.Its wings. I swear it is an it.I swear it has wings. This beartakes off from the groundnext to the creekwhere I see it not only preparingto hibernate but also crouching,drinking, lapping up its waterfrom the...
The Photographer by Joseph JP Johnson In the final hours of Michael Smith’s life, family rotated into the hospital room. Most had little to say and spent, on average, three minutes each wishing the man well and promising his full recovery. There was the inheritance to...
Medusa in Paradise by Cade Leebron Listen, because I’m telling you: snakes aboundaround here, kiss you in your sleep. We all eata thousand a year without knowing.We all make noises in our sleep. Snakes listen.Are you listening? You never look at me,hand me roses like...
Someday by Mia Ayumi Malhotra You’ll wake to the rattle of porcelainagainst rim, turn to unhappy linens:rumpled pillow, cast-off duvet. Mouthsteeped in bitters, you’ll rise to clear the bedroom of unhappy linens,breakfast things: butter pat, tea cozysteeped in...
