Poetry: “The Bars, the Anthem” by Imran Boe Khan

Down here, spider blue’s sour candy singsong plays out like confession. On my walk home, civilians cleanse into pulpits, … More

New Fiction: “Warehouse” by Chase Burke

Amazon’s warehouses are warehouses of commerce. Every item an American might desire, shelved and organized from floor to ceiling … More

Up in the corner, above my bed, a spider floats in the air. I’ve been watching it for an … More

We’d run out of things to blame. Our country, its leader, the economy, cults and crusaders, past lives corrupting … More

I stare at the barbed wire at the top of the fence. All I want to do is to … More

I imagined it differently. The paddock flooded. The donkey and sheep a fence over, cuddled under the mare. I … More

I sit at the free clinic like a tailor stitching a hidden nest in a jacket. After the hat … More

Simon weasels his way out of every trap I set. I dirtied my paws a long time ago, getting … More

Going, Going It was an act of love to go for the throat, blood slipping out, making of the … More

What we eat in my dreams is always the forbidden: bread and more bread, a failure of imagination. We … More

A Winter Weather Event I’m home to being the worst girl on earth binge-eating almonds but Carole Lombard is … More

I know something bad will happen by the end of the night. Maybe it’s the trees overhanging the winding … More