“Benny’s Bed” by Kate Wisel

Issue 15 / Fall 2018   It’s the last day of school and I’m still acting like everything is normal. Benny, five days dead. I walk home from the bus, the sidewalk full of bright leaves and soy sauce wrappers that scatter when I kick them. Benny’s dead and I empty my...

“Rain Carcinoma” by Cristina Bresser de Campos

Issue 15 / Fall 2018   My fair skin suffers from excessive sun. I extracted the first crab clinging to my dermis when I was nineteen and the word cancer was uglier than the words fuck, cunt, wanker, or motherfucker. Nobody wanted to tell me the result of the biopsy,...

“Even Demons Believe in God” by Ginny Fite

Issue 15 / Fall 2018   We are elbow deep in the dark, loamy soil we made from our own compost. I used to think getting dirt under my nails was good for me, that the energy radiating from the center of the earth would balance me. Now, I’m not sure of anything,...

“Horse Play” by Kelly Kiehl Davis

Issue 15 / Fall 2018   At first, none of them said anything to one another. They never said anything to their wives either, or their sons when the sons came to the fathers, terror in their eyes, we did not think it would be like this. The fathers did not know what to...

“The Passengers” by David Charpentier

Issue 14 / Summer 2018   They always stood on the train. The express was crowded during the morning rush. But even when the cars were half full, these passengers continued to stand, pressed into the dark corners of the train. They never talked or listened to music or...

“Hyperosmia” by Theo Greenblatt

Issue 14 / Summer 2018   The fish-laced ocean air is replaced by stale recycled musk as I mount the Greyhound steps and scan for an empty seat. Out the back window I catch a glint of sun on sea and the masts of sailboats in the harbor. There are no empty doubles. I...