Fiction

Memoirs

The day after my mother’s funeral I called Comcast to cancel her cable TV account. A recorded message led me through a series of

Thomas Sullivan

Poetry

Your voice alights on my armhair, a whiff of cigar smoke— caramel, and ghostly— “Cities die; let them.” Black thing to say. I patter

Robert Eric Shoemaker

Poetry

Can’t you let the film spool unseen on the stained floor? Its frames forever static as my fingers resplice our hands. Let my battalions of

Jacquie Wyatt

Poetry

Sammie Jo don’t talk much. Her mother like to cut out her tongue any time she speaks up. A bone outta socket. As big as

Robert Eric Shoemaker

Fiction

Have you ever met someone who makes you question everything you’ve ever wanted?

Kelly Dasta

Short Story

‘‘It’s okay to change your mind.’’ About feeling, a person, a promise of love. I can’t just stay to avoid contradicting myself. I don’t have

Kayleigh Cassidy