Issue 4: The Best of Times

Issue 4: The Best of Times

Spumanti US Route 101 South Hollywood Boulevard On-Ramp Maxwell Pretzer Quid Agit, Hystoricus? Hibah Shabkhez Sounds Wake Up My Silence Roberta Santlofer Questions to a Snake Raegen Pietrucha #overheard Timothy Thomas McNeely American Sentences: Show Patrick Nevins...

The Virgin Martyrs

Hilary Biehl   She hates them – those glass women who might be shattered but not stained. Whereas she’s unfired clay and can be pinched or smudged by any man. Impertinently pure, they hurled their own torn out tongues, trampled dragons, cracked spikes, blinded,...

A Fishy Smell

Graham Clifford   When she was at school no one looked at her so much that she popped out of existence. It was warm there. With lots of advice played on a loop and elevator music. Meanwhile, she had left a vacuum where she had been. This drew much attention and...

Perfect Walker

Charles Weld   A red fox ambles in a steady, easy gambol, back foot set in the front foot’s hole, a tread for rambling through snow cross-lots— tracks, read in the morning, a single line of dots that would seem to have required practice to place so perfectly. To...

Virus

Phil Keller   The man behind me in the checkout line is maskless, angry, stands two feet away, and glares, as if defying me to say the light and space he occupies are mine. My sorrow builds until its density absorbs the light between us and my mind grows dark. I...