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Patience, Dear by Ira Herbold

I am waiting in a darkened room, facing the door, hands on knees. I am waiting for Christianity to seem plausible. I am waiting for certainty, for it to wake me in the night [...]

October 1, 2014

What’s In A Name? by Audrey Wick

She told me she thought about naming me Annabel Lee, after the famous female in Edgar Allan Poe’s poem. Instead, she named [...]
Part of the Same Being by Nina Ficenec

We decided to cut out of the mill early, grab a case of beer and just drive, drive, Jay’s knuckles white against the [...]
Crushed Ice by Mark Belair

The old, downtown fish shop stands closed, and not just for the day, it seems: the rolled-paper dispenser empty, the shiny [...]
Two Poems by Jenya Doudareva

Single Malt Upward is where you look to find Unsatisfying answers to Somebody else’s dumb questions. Upward is the most [...]
How (Not) To Do What I Did by Jennifer Chardon

Quit everything. Tell your high school boyfriend you can’t stare at the same ocean forever. Buy a one-way ticket. [...]
How were we to know? by Daniel Von der Embse

A small, scented patch of paper is all that remains of the time we lived together above the all-night barbershop on [...]
this fish has no circadian rhythm (and it’s better off for it) by Chloe DeFilippis

the cicada in you sits on a rusted clothesline in the backyard a bird chased you into the sky once i had scarlet fever once [...]
Poetry Quintet by Jessica Mehta

Ma’am, I Am Tonight Rare are the great moments recognized in the making. That night in Nashville, the rooftop, the five of [...]
Two Poems by Lynne Potts

FACTS, CHICKENS, AND TRAIN TRACKS Acquisition in the lobby of the El Rancho Hotel, Gallup New Mexico where the waitress [...]
George P. Henson by Ed Nichols

He knew he was of sound mind, even if no one else did. They all acted like he was off his rocker or something. Always [...]
girls with griffins in their eyes need to wear contacts by Calvero

I saw a pretty girl in a cafe today. She was sitting alone and sipping some kinda coffee drink. She looked like that musty [...]
A Call to the Stronger Sex by Christine Stoddard

Ancestors whisper hungrily from their cradles of stars They will haunt us until we women-folk feed their obsession for [...]