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...

Expulsion

Samantha Gennett   One time on acid you puked for three hours straight as you walked around the southern suburbs of Chicago with your then-boyfriend, now-mimeograph. Your vomit smelled like week-old chardonnay, vinegary, faux-fancy cocktail of butternut squash...

Thoughts Gratis

Dan Campion   Survival of the fittest concepts does not make them true. They only rule until their betters come to mind, and then: It was a fine affair. Now, who’ll pick up the bill? To get out of the payment takes some skill, impossible to teach. You must be...