You have to understand. None of us heard Mac and Nicole leave. No slamming car doors. No car engines. Nothing. We would have tried to stop them if we’d heard. They were in no condition to drive. They were way drunker than the rest of us after the party. They always are. We left … Continue reading
Category Archives: Volume 48
Below Where Gods Will Tread—Michael Crecco
CHARACTERS: PETER MCHENDRY, a university professor who has been supervising ETHAN and LAURA’S research. He has been hearing whispers underneath the quiet of the night. LAURA WHITE, an anthropology student who dreams of unlocking the lost mysteries of ancient civilizations. ETHAN HARDY, a linguistics student who is the only one knowledgeable on the recently unearthed … Continue reading
A Presidential Candidate—Ellora Bultema
The following is a transcript of a speech intended to be given at a press release for Samson Roth. As election day rolls around and the candidates get antsy, I know this is the time when rumors emerge and secrets get unburied. As your soon to be 45th president I can’t help but think how … Continue reading
The Secrets of Vinegaroon—Brenton Rossow
The summer of ninety-one was a bad one. I got stung by a Portuguese man-of-war off The Gulf of Mexico and ended up with a horrible scar. Ninety-two I was sitting on a couch in my brother-in-law’s place when I felt as if someone had dug a knife blade into my shin. I looked down … Continue reading
Fall 2017 / Featured / Poetry / Poetry 2017 / Uncategorized / Volume 48
Becoming Persephone —Mary Ann Honaker
We’d sprayed gold paint into paper bags and huffed the fumes. Detached from body, self a phosphorescent bubble ahover in some bright-colored world, somewhere askance from here. My boyfriend passed out. Sometimes, when one says love, she means A sour drink that tastes better than loneliness or the door that leads out … Continue reading
I Fell in Love with You Again–Lowell Jaeger
While parked outside a liquor store along the highway winding through the Canadian Rockies. We’d stopped to pick out a bottle of wine, anticipating romance in the hotel that night. But the liquor store was closed, and I’d locked the keys in the truck, my wallet on the seat beside your purse and phone. … Continue reading
Fall 2017 / Featured / Poetry / Poetry 2017 / Review / Uncategorized / Volume 48
She Looks Back–Patricia Corbus
to her high school years and envies her blindness, her unclosing to everything, no hopes, no dreams, but like a dog, now now now and she could say she wasted those days, but she knows she could use some of that now –and in her college years, closing in, choosing this and that, getting opinions, … Continue reading
Fall 2017 / Featured / Poetry / Poetry 2017 / Uncategorized / Volume 48
You–Brenton Rossow
in the midst of a euphoric head massage I’m haunted by a vision of you; colours and patterns and lines that don’t connect, a plait of hair hanging over a shoulder as you stand underneath a bottle-brush in the garden of our apartment on the highway I can see a brass door handle and … Continue reading
Soma Is the Teardrop of Agni–Robert Beveridge
It is not the walk we love, not the burn of feet and thighs or how the back tells us when it is time to sit, rest, look around and count the alphabet in foliage. It is not the calmness of the cigarette break or the promise of improved endurance in future lovemaking, not even … Continue reading
Capping My Brilliant Career–William Doreski
When I reinvented cryptography you scorned my mastery of acute and oblique symbols. When I discovered that supposedly inert gases panted like dogs you disdained my litter of lab reports. When I chaired the Bank of America you closed your account. When I posed for a statue of Richard Nixon you laughed so loudly the … Continue reading
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