Ten years later, the carbon is moving. The carbon is always moving. The carbon is moving in the sucrose as the enzyme tears its sucrose apart, pulls it into a molecule of fructose. The fructose moves through the crop of the honeybee, proteins siphoning nutrients off to the side. The fructose moves through the crop, … Continue reading
Category Archives: volume 49
Leo Flores—Luke Reynolds
LEO FLORES doesn’t want to be thinking about his ex-boyfriend, but the memories keep taunting him, and they make him want to gouge his eyes out, leave them bloody and glazed over in the palm of his hand: sneaking out during a school assembly to wreak havoc in the rain, smashing puddles beneath their feet … Continue reading
White Lies—Kevin Tosca
The first time Abraham Abraham called the Porters he was told by a delightful little girl her daddy couldn’t come to the phone because their doggy just died. “Oh… Oh…” Abraham Abraham stammered. “I’m so very sorry for you.” His dog, after twelve years of idyllic companionship and mutual love, recently passed as well. He … Continue reading
Dues—Katie Pontious
July heat weighs heavy on my shoulders like a freight train or a case of cement poured on me instead of our work site. Troweling blades have been banned ever since one carved a jagged lightning bolt of pain deep into my forearm, blood sloshing like a 7-Eleven slurpee onto the newly-poured sidewalk. It needed … Continue reading
April 17th—Katie Pontious
It’s the third Wednesday of April. Mom comes home with her monthly allowance. What little is left after the government fees. Prices rise as the allowance shrinks. The line is long and slow at the food bank, winding and lethargic like a river run dry. It doesn’t buy enough, it never does, and each month, … Continue reading
Apology to my Second Grade Self—Lauren DiEdwardo
I’m sorry I spilled that chocolate milk on your pants. The other kids laughed for weeks. Continue reading
WheelBARREL—Lauren DiEdwardo
as an almost adult I almost know for sure that the word “barrow” does not exist. It didn’t exist when I was young, I’m almost sure because “barrel” just made more sense. so I dare you to try and change my mind. You won’t. I promise. Continue reading
