My beach towel floats down near a man sculpting fine white sand using a pink bucket and spade. Squinting, he says, Buongiorno, signorina, what you think of David with head of Goliath? Incredible, I…

We know naked. We've done naked for a living. But tonight we are washing you. Tonight we are saying goodbye.We can’t be there tomorrow, on those hard wooden pews, in the church your family chose.   Bu...

You sit up and stretch your arms as I fumble for the alarm. I had the strangest dream, you say through a yawn. We had this luscious garden and grew all our own vegetables.

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Featuring new work by Nadia Born, Bethany Bruno, Sherry Duggal, Rachel Hollis, Tess Kelly, Rosaleen Lynch, Patience Mackarness, Mandira Pattnaik, Tarmo Rajasaari, and Rob Walton.

Her breasts are the first to disappear. Such a strange sensation, the wind cutting through her where the flesh had curved out over her meaty ribs, where blood had flowed through deep blue veins, and n...

​I’m happy to officially welcome Marie-Louise McGuinness as a Prose/Poetry Editor. We have worked together on many projects– you might remember her fabulous work as our Issue 5 Guest...

He looked like he was at the wrong party. He loved Bob Dylan, said "Isis" was the song that led him into archaeology.

When we run out of nice things to say to each other, Gil and I watch TV like we’re each just a brain in a jar, sitting side by side. Except instead of brains we’re hearts. And by hearts, I mean sex…

Something About the Romans By Evan Massey On the porch, the radio plays old tunes. Sometimes our heads bob. I’m on the top step. Below me, Bianca sits behind my little sister, Tia, braiding her hai…

Three Summer Flights By Tim Love As usual, Dad collected her after breakfast on Sunday and drove her to Dunstable downs. The hillside was already full of families. “You first, Tracy.” S…

Footprints in Fine White AshBy Michael Kozart The day Darlene pulled up to Jack’s, she was facing a night in a shelter or the car. She had searched the county for an affordable room. Rents were soa…

Here We Are on Planet Earth By Meg Pokrass Today we are tanning near each other on bright red beach towels on the sand at Hendri’s beach. This time I don’t let my mind worry too much ab…

We’ve Always Been Dying to DanceBy Kate Axeford It was too late for the grandkids when the dancing kicked off, but our party began long ago. 100 seconds to midnight, and it’s D-I-S-C-O. We lit up a…

HIT & RUN By Shoshauna Shy I wondered what kind of “closure” did Jean think she was going to get? YOU ARE FEMALE & DRIVE A RED CAR. YOU RAN OVER MY CAT ON WINGRA STREET MAY 18TH. PLEASE CAL…