Aaron Sandberg Domestic Overnight it was safe, and we soaked all our cups, but the knives in the drying rack still pointed up. Aaron Sandberg has eaten the plums you were saving in the icebox and is not sorry about it—like not even a little bit.
Read MoreAaron Sandberg Chance The spider trapped in my car, wherever he hid, spun sad webs even after I had brushed them away each colder morning from my warm vent and sent my window down some to give him the second chance a third and fourth time. Aaron Sandberg has eaten the plums you were saving […]
Read MoreStephen Pisani Kick Harder After we spot the spider crawling in the cockpit, we tip the kayak into the water and wait to see if eight legs are enough to keep it afloat. Stephen Pisani works at a golf course, where he watches people chase a little ball around a big patch of grass.
Read MoreCeline Low Picture of an Ocean You are cruising, soaring, you think, ’til a crack shatters the glass and you realise the sky was never more than a picture beneath you, whose blue you would nevertheless drown with. Celine Low holds an MA in English Literature and has written short stories for 9Tales from Elsewhere […]
Read MoreCeline Low Eve She, a stranger separated from him by a skin, sang herself into the hollow of his rib and with her breath prayed to fill it. Celine Low holds an MA in English Literature and has written short stories for 9Tales from Elsewhere and Blood Moon Rising.
Read MoreCeline Low The Wife cooking at her laptop mid-COVID, stared sweetened with a shot of affection at his brown cinnamoned hands moving so deftly over the pan and wondered at the beauty of man. Celine Low holds an MA in English Literature and has written short stories for 9Tales from Elsewhere and Blood Moon Rising. […]
Read MoreStephen Pisani Leaky Thank you for naming the cracks on the ceiling, like dried-up creeks, as we wondered how wide they would have to expand before they could swallow the roof whole. Stephen Pisani works at a golf course, where he watches people chase a little ball around a big patch of grass.
Read MoreHilary Sideris Ammonia I miss my still closed gym, walking uphill on the elliptical’s steep slope, entitled to an hour alone at work day’s end without you asking if I’ve seen your phone or if I knew the ancient Romans cleaned with urine. Many years ago, as a child with 20/20 vision in Indiana, Hilary […]
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