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Mary Flanagan: Five Poems

Enough You know what I want to have with you? A You Can Do No Wrong Love It might not be the same as We’ve Weathered Many StormsLove Or I’m Sick Can You Share My PainLove Or Why Did You Cheat On MeLove OrWe Lost The BabyLove Rather can we tune our radios To another…
Two Poems: Lauren Loftis

Old Issaquah mine entrance, once sealed, is slowly reopening1 Machine sludge and methane gas soaking into rock, cannot be what they mean when they say history is beneath us. The base of my hometown: timber, white rot splinter, a rain-swelled sponge in collapse. They say if you fall in there’s not an emergency crew in…
Original Short Story: “Twenty-two Voicemails” by Chris Ames

— M. it’s Noreen. I’ve been very busy lately learning how to take a joke. It’s come to my attention that I have been taking them incorrectly this whole time. How embarrassing thinking back (knowing what I know now) on the hundreds and hundreds of jokes I must have mishandled. Those hysterical parties, those elevator…
Flash Fiction: “The Final Trumpet” by Hillary Leftwich

When I think I am far enough away I find a rock and sit. The hill is across from another hill which is across from a mountain. Let me tell you, there are mountains everywhere here. Let me tell you something else, there are just as many churches as there are mountains. From where I…
Three Short Essays by Karen Craigo

Fat Race Marshal I’m just here for the donuts. That may be the fattest thing I’ve ever uttered, but it’s okay. You have to own your body when you’re at the 6:30 a.m. registration for a 15K race, and all around you, very fit people are engaged in walking lunges or the dynamic pigeon pose.…
Justin Hamm: Three Prose Poems

Children in the Middle Ages Earlier that night, a middle-aged man dressed himself in a cape and green tights and shimmied up a tree to rescue his neighbor’s new kitten. We sat numbly over our steaming hamburger pie, watching first the climbing oil prices and then the live feed as our would-be hero lay in…
Zachary Doss: Three Boyfriend Fictions

The Natural Man Your boyfriend decides to grow his hair out. He has always kept himself carefully groomed, but lately he had been going to greater and greater lengths to manage hair growth. He waxes, he trims, he clippers, he tweezes. He keeps every follicle under such careful control that when he says he’s going…
David Need: Four Poems from Goodnight Irene

March 12th 2011 Perhaps a ruined world & death offshore is we have to do, not related to a story that we cared, o, extinct birds & the red McD’s fried chicken box next to could be yellow dock or mallow leaves by a fence; outside this Atlantic is a city, slumped & death’s a…
Two Poems by MJ Santiago

daymares imagine if the sex were real imagine I am touching someone and they are casually mentioning their trip to Ireland with their parents, how they slept in a castle and it was beautiful and they want to go again next year and none of it makes me want to die imagine they are removing…