ISSUE 18
Emily Black | poetry | Where Angels Dwell & The Early Violets
“My husband is poaching pears in red wine with cinnamon sticks”
Debra Rose Brillati | nonfiction | Dad’s Last Christmas
“A crisp apple to cut up for him or a few of his favorite ginger snap cookies.”
Lydia Rose Hecker | fiction | Five Seconds to New Year’s
“Things always get busy this time of year.”
Jenna Jaco | poetry | tysm
“We screech on a bench until the bug bites win”
Aishwarya Jha | fiction | Mod Love
“Her feet were steadied but the world was still carouseling”
Olalekan Daniel Kehinde | poetry | moments
“You pluck / innocence from my lips”
ISSUE 19
Callie S. Blackstone | nonfiction | Valentine’s for the Dead
“I cannot imagine him opening something pedestrian from the corner store”
Debra Wilson Frank | nonfiction | Seating Arrangements
“He imbued the act with old-time chivalry”
Paul Hostovsky | poetry | 2/14
“I’m all dressed up with no valentine to go.”
Chrissy Martin | poetry | Date Night Overdue
“The feathers are everywhere and no one knows / which building they poured from ”
Dylan McNulty-Holmes | poetry | Nyctinasty
“Someone has to / Bite down”
Rae Theodore | nonfiction | Ritual
“You on your side of the couch, me on mine”
Beth Ann Wenger | fiction | Secret Admirer
“I could meet him halfway, but he should step first.”
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