Poetry
James Dickson
Continue To Bleed Normally
The flight attendant corrected herself
as her coworker giggled behind
the demonstration mask. “I’m sorry—
continue to breathe normally. . . ”
and reminded us that our seat cushions
could be used as a flotation device… Continued
Tara Mae Schultz
THE NIGHT-ROLLER
After I dress Albert in his pjs
and settle him carefully into his twin bed,
he somehow struggles his way up,
sits in his wheelchair,
sets his weak legs into the foot plates,
and rolls out into the evening.
He calls it night-rolling
and when he returns the next morning,
I make eggs for him and don’t ask any questions… Continued
Drema Hall Berkheimer
that boy
that boy come swarping along
like he’s somebody’s birthday prize
yellow headed and peach fuzzed
still pink around the gills
my eyes ache from the dazzle
while his eyes glue to Delvina
ringing and twisting by but she
don’t pay him no mind… Continued
Fiction
Nicholas Bowden
Poor Visibility
“You see, this never would’ve happened if that damn weatherman had been right. It was supposed to be cloudy and cool, but instead, the sun was glaring down on me and making good visibility near ‘bout impossible. That’s why that pregnant lady ended up dead. I didn’t bring my shades because I thought I wouldn’t need ‘em…
Molly Laich
Stillwater
The dog had ripped everything to shreds and we’d been evicted. We were homeless and drinking at Travis’s parents house while they were out of town, enjoying each other’s company, trying to forget. We tried to keep the mood light. Before passing out, Andy, the dog’s owner had proposed a series of thought experiments concerning time travel and homosexuality that Eric, Travis and I continued…
Book Reviews
Gary Shteyngart’s Super Sad True Love Story
Anthony Doerr’s Memory Wall
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