after David Bowie’s “Heroes”This we know: A wall is.A kiss is.And we are kissing still.We hear the drone of a slip cover of a song. Your song.We think: How it shudders, this song, how the wall does — ...

I didn’t see the loneliest tree in the world reaching out to me that morning, remember the conceptual popsicle stand the color of then that afternoon or hear the lo-fi moon static-crackling on my radi...

after David Bowie’s “Heroes”This we know: A wall is.A kiss is.And we are kissing still.We hear the drone of a slip cover of a song. Your song.We think: How it shudders, this song, how the wall does — ...

I didn’t see the loneliest tree in the world reaching out to me that morning, remember the conceptual popsicle stand the color of then that afternoon or hear the lo-fi moon static-crackling on my radi...

I didn’t see the loneliest tree in the world reaching out to me that morning, remember the conceptual popsicle stand the color of then that afternoon or hear the lo-fi moon static-crackling on my radi...

This Stone House It’s curious. The rocks have faces. There’s Mother in bed, too blue to rise, a crack in the foundation. Father, all show, as decorative as cornices. Siblings, gone: My older sister…

The midday sun filters through blinds and dust motes as I walk into the empty fencing salle. The noise from the city streets melts into the creak of polished wood and the high- pitched hum of the over...

after David Bowie’s “Heroes”This we know: A wall is.A kiss is.And we are kissing still.We hear the drone of a slip cover of a song. Your song.We think: How it shudders, this song, how the wall does — ...

I watch as Sammy breathes on the glass, fogs it up. With a finger, he writes BEHIND YOU in the condensation. The bus parks at its next stop, and Sammy, his hoodie hood up so he resembles a ghost, slap...

I didn’t see the loneliest tree in the world reaching out to me that morning, remember the conceptual popsicle stand the color of then that afternoon or hear the lo-fi moon static-crackling on my radi...

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Daisy had been his everything since forever, but especially after she got sick and he gave up his job and his friends and his garage projects to take care of her.

Four Poems by Edie Meade — Across The Margin

Nutshell Studies of Unexplained Deaths — Jack B. Bedell I. Barn, 1939 The...

When the song comes on, you don’t quite roll your eyes at me and I don’t quite reach my hand out to squeeze yours. Kylie’s syrupy voice is still lush and full of life. I speak before Nick Cave can …

by Thad DeVassie...They say it comes with electrolytes. Even the chosen typeface for the word electrolytes! looks exciting and exuberant, and the sound of it rolling off the tongue conjures up images ...

by Elissa Field...I eye one under glass in diesel green, iridescent like rainbows on petrol. Laser embossed handgrips in swirls of vining flowers. I’d fired yours at the range. First time I heard a sh...

The night Cory dies micro fiction by author Emily Rinkema. Published in Temple in a City literary journal Enter Leaving issue

Girl, 9, Speaks, fiction by author Lisa Thornton. Published in Temple in a City literary journal Enter Leaving issue

Two Poems by Donna Vorreyer Space is Silent, but Fuck That Ripley knew this, and it served her well. She knew the powerof a scream, unleashed her vitriol when the alien queenthreatened, strengtheni…

Two Poems by W. Todd Kaneko RICKY STEAMBOAT The night he returns to pro wrestling,Ricky Steamboat perches on the turnbucklewith his dragon crown and fire spoutingfrom his lips. Then tiger claw, spi…

Girls in White Dresses by Kristine Langley Mahler The summer that we’ll turn sixteen, my best friend Emily and I seem put-on-pause, drooped over her living room couches, dreaming of our future husb…

Two Poems by Jill Kitchen crush it was neon lights in a strip mall, the flame of red letterson yellow, big gulps bigger than a teenage torso clove cigarettes stubbed out against the humidvirginia n…

Two Poems by Courtney LeBlanc Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary Legend had it if you said her name three times into the mirrorshe’d appear, pale as moonlight, black eyes gleaming in the dark,ha…

CRASH by Stephanie Austin I met Ben in a night class. Humor Writing 101. I needed a final elective, and I thought humor writing was about essays but instead it was about crafting late night jokes. …

by Travis Flatt    AT THE END of each cleaning, he asks five minutes to swim. ‘To know,’ he tells her, the lady of the house, ‘everything’s right.’ With the water. He dives while she read…

Adieu, Angel The world swelled when you entered mine, betraying its infinite hips, and the iron grief blanket gradually lifted, drifted and hedged. Sometimes we get to be angels here if only for a min...

Claudia MonpereOf course his ghost will visit during those 10 years...

Edie Meade My son gripped his left index finger in a coil of righthand fingers so anyone in the urgent care waiting room could see the punctures go purple before their eyes drifted onto me, the mot…

Erin Vachon I tell my friends it will get bad, then better. Soon. A timeline sketch. Summer, then. We will conquer. At protests, we flex such chants into religion. I. I. Believe. Believe. That We. …

by Suzy Eynon My cat escaped in Colorado. We lived in three different states together, Kyle the cat and I. Colorado was the pit-stop between two other places that felt more like home. We stayed with m...

Self-Portrait with Shadows and Turgenev The novelist binds his love-crimes to the lightning’s penumbra. I study his syntax in light of my ownshadow, the umbra invented by the extending                ...