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New   from Dan Alter: "[Where was God? I dead-man floated]".
29/08/2025

New from Dan Alter: "[Where was God? I dead-man floated]".

Where was God? I dead-man floated in the deep end, staring at the nowhere of the bottom, sterile blue. Why was the skin on my mother’s fingers always scaly & breaking, as if with worry? Worry rustled like a lake … Read More

New   from Rongfei Mu: "Trashcan Lining as A Bed Of Violets".
28/08/2025

New from Rongfei Mu: "Trashcan Lining as A Bed Of Violets".

i squat under the kitchen moon, in my white dress, the salmon’s throat blooming around my hand. it is a funny feeling to feel organs cool against skin—a late night kiss of sorts. i spin a ribbon out of some … Read More

New   from Megan Peak: "Losing the Cat".
27/08/2025

New from Megan Peak: "Losing the Cat".

—after W.S. Merwin In the wind-beguiled lavender where the deer saunter on spindled limbs, between the ponderosa pines and long grass, we call out for our missing pet. The sun warps the hills in a sharp blue haze that pulls … Read More

New   from Vismai Rao : "December".
26/08/2025

New from Vismai Rao : "December".

—the mint green birthday cake we passed in slo-mo on the lap of a man on a park bench under the shade of a Jacaranda tree in full purple bloom. It must have been winter, the window pane cold against … Read More

New   from Lorrie Ness: "Blur".
25/08/2025

New from Lorrie Ness: "Blur".

You crest the hill, chin down, rifle cradled across your chest. Your palm lies flat against the stock, shielding it with the same reverence as you held your son. Last night, you tucked him cheek to breast, cupped his head … Read More

New   from Tallulah Howarth: "Sisyphus the Silverfish".
22/08/2025

New from Tallulah Howarth: "Sisyphus the Silverfish".

Every time I enter the room, it’s crawling around the inner perimeter of the light fixture like a compass, its iridescent armour always in my periphery. I wonder if it can climb the incline upwards, if it knows its name … Read More

New   from Lao Rubert: "It Was the Year".
21/08/2025

New from Lao Rubert: "It Was the Year".

It began in Waikiki, the snow storm in summer the heat wave in winter. It came after we visited a town of seven thousand emeralds and slept in a desert of pearls. It was the year I was charged with … Read More

New   from Jeanne Julian: "The Arborist’s Embrace".
20/08/2025

New from Jeanne Julian: "The Arborist’s Embrace".

She could not rise to stand, there, at the restaurant. Even gripping her cane. Age, bulk, and pain rooted her to the armless oaken chair. Patient companions tried their best, with a boost. She could not budge. I’m so sorry, … Read More

New   from Olivia Jacobson: "Mom Watches Reruns of George Lopez at Night, While Dad Sits in the Garage Getting High".
19/08/2025

New from Olivia Jacobson: "Mom Watches Reruns of George Lopez at Night, While Dad Sits in the Garage Getting High".

In bed, I practice the soft blinks of forgetting all the bad and deliberately mean things I have done today—the sparkly lavender lip gloss I stole from Sears and the bloody nose I gave my brother when I pushed his … Read More

New   from Annie Bolger: "on first encountering a monarch butterfly as a child".
18/08/2025

New from Annie Bolger: "on first encountering a monarch butterfly as a child".

I have drawn it ten times in magic marker, rendered the black webbing of its wings a thick frenzied asterisk splattered on a pumpkin canvas with my kindergartener-clutch, and now it is here in the schoolyard: if every cathedral’s stained … Read More

New   from Mike Taylor: "Near Palm Beach".
15/08/2025

New from Mike Taylor: "Near Palm Beach".

After dark we listen to muted boat engines on the waterway, watch the drawbridge rise and fall. The stairs to your apartment are open toed like sandals, vibrating with each step. Upon your threshold, insects reach a crescendo the moment … Read More

New   from Wendy Wisner: "Her Obsessions".
14/08/2025

New from Wendy Wisner: "Her Obsessions".

I wish I could love anything the way my mother loves my father. She confesses her love each time I see her, as though she hasn’t already told me. She has a name for this love— her “obsessions.” But you’ve … Read More

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