The Good Reverend /// by Ross McMeekin
The Good Reverendby Ross McMeekin Snow gathered outside on the low edges of the windows as Rev. Andrew Cherry sat in a dim room on the east wing of the nursing home, reading the newspaper to one of...
View ArticleLike Meals, Everything Ends /// by Nina Smilow
Like Meals, Everything Endsby Nina Smilow I met G when I was twenty and had never tried most of the food the city that I grew up in offered. I didn’t know the difference between caponata and...
View ArticlePast the Farallones /// by Michael Thériault
Past the Farallonesby Michael Thériault How, Sean? thought Danilo; how would Sean care? The others, too, appeared surprised. Sean had always seemed the hardest of them, even though each of them who...
View ArticleThe Cult of Yakushima Island /// by Matthew Baker
The Cult of Yakushima Islandby Matthew Baker In the shimmering subtropical waters far south of the mainland archipelago lies the island of Yakushima, a mountainous granite landmass forested with...
View ArticleMother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Earth /// by Donna Miscolta
Mother, Mother, Mother, Mother, Earthby Donna Miscolta A is for alone. Leave me alone, the girl demands. Don’t let me be alone, she demands louder. The mother thinks how much easier the first is. But...
View ArticleThirteen Covers /// by Erin Langner
Thirteen Coversby Erin Langner I still have all the mixed CDs Jill made for me when we were seventeen. I was sitting alone, in the home office I’d never actually worked in before, when I found them....
View ArticleHank the Tank /// by Tom Houseman
Hank the Tankby Tom Houseman Tyler sits across from me, holding a mozzarella stick up between two fingers. He’s not eating it, just picking the bread crumbs off and examining the exposed cheese. “Are...
View Article12:12 /// by Justin Jude Carroll
12:12by Justin Jude Carroll Flint is rarer than floss. I’ve learned to live without flame but sometimes I’ll scramble to the valley floor and find a fall of light limbs. My fires are anemic and...
View ArticleThe Mermaids’ Smoke Rings /// by Becca Rose Hall
The Mermaids’ Smoke Ringsby Becca Rose Hall For Aimee Bender Loneliness, and the smell of tobacco cutting through sea brine, drew the sailors straight towards the mermaids’ smoke rings. Be careful,...
View ArticleThe Opposite of Sin /// by Jad Josey
The Opposite of Sinby Jad Josey She’d walked past him moments before backing over the man. She was refreshing her timeline, glancing right and left on the way to her car. The man had leered at her,...
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