prose
A Dead Heart Beats | by Victoria Wraight
“There is blood in my champagne glass, and I’m so furious I almost drink it.”
My Husband Running Me an Errand | by J.V. Sumpter
“But I know my husband. He will forget the ammo entirely, even if he remembers which gun to get, and the milk will be skim.”
Bookmarked | by Jenni Meade
“It wasn’t until summer was trampled beneath the tires of a yellow school bus that I saw you again.”
The Third Coincidence | Christina Hoag
“Mattie was reminded of Hercule Poirot’s theory of happenstance: ‘One coincidence is just a coincidence, two coincidences are a clue, three coincidences are proof.’”
Forecast: 4086 | by Marlena Chertock
“Shabbat has a way of bringing people together, even across cultures, even across light-years.”
poetry
Ask the broken boy to dance, & he says | by Ọbáfẹ́mi Thanni
“Is it still a miracle if wine returns to water?”
A Song in the Kayak of Mourning & A Day in the Woods | by Ashley Sapp
“Speak to me of birds,/and I will commit their voices to memory …”
To Lichens & At the Korean Market | by Taylor Brunson
“all for the sake / of being anchored, // of being touched.”
How can we shine in this place | by Sy Brand
“Midnight is burning / on the other side of the world”
Quick Side-Note to a Girl Who Would Have Wings in a Just World & Craigslist Missed Connection Ad for a Girl On the Wrong Side of The Lake | by Dean Boskovich
“There’s a / dandelion here to remind me you / were real.”
