ISSUE 18

Fiction.

Approaching Zero.

by Lucian Childs

Fifteen isn’t a prime number, but it’s the product of two primes, three and five. Five, the number of years since Mom split, the difference in age b...

Zinc.

by Wendy Fox

When our daughter was three, I told my husband, Julian, that I was leaving.   “Why?” he asked. “I didn’t see this.” It was harder to explain th...

Poetry.

Begin Speech With.

by Jimmy McInnes

  Name of municipality. Name of state, province, or region. Name of month. Name of date of month. Name of year. All Gregorian. As Prepared for ...

Talking of Leaves.

by Laurie Sewall

  Like cloud pools, I haven’t been touched in ten days; it’s June in New England and we’re in a serious talk. We might as well be on Crete or t...

Two Poems.

by Alec Hershman

  You Alone Must Deliver the Message In a box marked “Let’s Find God.” In a box marked “The World is a Peaceable and Unknown Place.” In a shop ...

Two Poems.

by Kate Hargreaves

  1. Against All Odds On any other Wednesday, you wouldn’t be the girl in the cereal aisle at the discount grocery store ten minutes before clo...

In the Hole They Dug in the Earth.

by Zachary Scott Hamilton

  Actually, you’re thinking that a glass of ex-rays drifts in jade. Mycelium strings hold ex-planet Islands together, greys, wire warped. Neith...