Category: Side A

New Side A Poetry by Min Woo Chong: “I dare not look out”

the exit lights along the aisle are blinking red.red like the sunset over ocean outside, streamingin through the window I don’t dare look out.out, as the light leans in, the cabin is gold,gold framing for one final sunlit bloodstained picture. that bloodstained picture of the man beside mepraying for a golden miracle from the sky…
Side A Poetry: “Contrary” by Alina Zollfrank

We packed bottomless bags, sharpened ↑ stubby pencils, ticked none of the boxes, choiced □□□□multiplicity, essayed our thesis-loathing hearts out, regurgitated forgettable dates and wrong facts, and ran ○○○ circles around a track that put us in our ꜚ ꜚ ꜚ corners. We trusted suspiciously, argued respectfully, attended religiously except when we weren’t. We borrowed…
Side A: Three Fictions by Andrew Bertaina

The Prayers of Strangers He pulled off at the gas station on the side of the road, gravel and rubber. At the pump, the attendant asked him if he wanted to confess anything. He’d forgotten that things were different in New Jersey, that the attendant walked right up to ask you if you wanted to…
Side A Short Fiction: “Stained Glass” by Lindsey James

Stained Glass There will be shards on the floor, beer-stuck to the tile, when Dominic walks back into the kitchen. All the broken things will still be there, the visible and invisible ones. The glass, at least, he will be able to sweep up. * The first time Natalie had invited him over, he pretended…
Side A Poetry: “Haint Walk” by Andreas Savvides

Haint Walk I was murdered by a mob when I was just 14.Now I do the Haint Walk. Nobody told me what I had did, even when I asked!They told me animals don’t get an explanationas the sea of cloaked arms and hoods pushed me towards the tree.It’s still hard to shake that sensation of…
New Side A Poetry: “to begin and end in the garden, slapping mosquitoes, reading her book” by Barbara Tomash

to begin and end in the garden, slapping mosquitoes, reading her book White lily, red lily, azalea, camellia, wisteria, salvia, grape arbor, rose. She checks anxiously on each plant, notes who is dead or barely surviving, who is furiously blossoming and shooting up green for reasons she can’t fathom— what if garden is a bed…
Poetry for Side A: “Sophie” by Sherice Kong

Sophie We sit and wait fora picture that is taking its time to load. Our whole summershed like blood. The air was silked with cicadas and all the almost adults weretrembling in the hands to become someone important. I thought of how I could take my new licenseand drive straight across my life’s small, shiny…
Side A Flash Fiction: “Side Jobs Wanted” by Mario Moussa

Side Jobs Wanted I’m looking for side jobs. If you need a pet sitter or a house sitter while you’re away. I’ll sit with your plants if they need company. I’ll talk to them if they like talking. Or a babysitter—you want to go away and have me sit and talk with your baby? Sounds…
Side A Poetry: “WHAT IF THE INSTAGRAM WELLNESS GIRLIES ARE RIGHT” by Anna Boughtwood

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