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Out on the Eastern Slopes and other stories by Steve Passey

My Grandfather hunted. My father hunted. Everyone we knew hunted. Everyone knew someone on the reserve. A treaty card allows for a “subsistence hunt.” For not much money [...]

May 24, 2017

two poems by carolyn elias

Animals in Winter A pale yellow sun observes brown trout undulating inside a frozen lake, the red swollen bellies of [...]
Queen of the Underworld and other poems by Chloe DeFilippis

4, 3, 2, 1 under the green light bulb narcissus pinched plucked breast to breast fingers fist pushed deep into the hollow of [...]
A Frosty Laburnum Morning While Listening To Duck Stab! by David R Miller

Mildly stoned, with my elbows supported by the back deck railing, I leant forward toward the expanse of unmown lawn that [...]
True Blue by Sarah Vernetti

Amber had almost survived another day. The children scrambled to find their places in line. A whirlwind of backpacks and [...]
Stomped Full of the Great Because and other poems by Claire Kelly

Reasons followed her pretty-girl looks like the bows on a kite tail. Her dad taught her to shoot, showed her pictures of [...]
Two Poems by Leisha Douglas

WAITING Dogwood buds like tiny fists defy gray skies and leafless trees. Amid the pallor of necessary fire, I wait curled [...]
The Same Shine by Ernest Gordon Taulbee

The absence of a hangover made Samuel suspect he was dead. Last night’s moonshine had the perfect mix of burn and corn [...]
Garden Before The Move by Jean C. Howard

Like an old movie, sepia tone soaking through light falling frame by frame, slow death rattling across the pavers, Or even [...]
Interview with Jenya Doudareva

1. What was your early life like? Where did you grow up? I was born in Russia and lived there until my teenage years when I [...]
You’re a Movie I Haven’t Finished by Ted Guevara

Frames of you resemble the lead in a way that is not flimsy. The thinness of you slips under glass. You were that saved [...]
Drinking your Lye by Nicholas Olsen

I see pieces of you everywhere I go, smell hints of your perfume in drafts of wind as I walk down this old block trying to [...]
Archaeologist by Emma Fissenden

sifting through her dresser drawer distracted by the staccato hum of the pipes upstairs, by the cat leaping, less gracefully [...]