Untitled By Kylie Sneller Deep within the Northern woods, the journey should you make, beneath the cover of tall oak trees sits a cottage beside a lake. A stone fireplace upon one wall, on the mantle rest empty picture frames. Whoever once walked those halls, no one remembers their names. Evid
Dear,By Liliana Fraser-Shade I thought of so many things I could’ve said to you when I watched him carry your body to the chair.You were like a child then, not completely there, clinging but with no strength.I wondered if you were holding on because I held the truth. I wondered if it wou
Barracuda! By Gabriela Rose Does anyone remember the animated film about the fish who lost his child? The one where the fish decides it would be a good idea to hire an amnesiac to retrace the child’s steps? Ah yes, the beloved tale of a clownfish questing for a son traum
I Go Back to the House on Grandon (Imitation of Vincent Scarpa’s “I Go Back to Berryman’s”) By Jonathan Mann All the Chevys were from different eras—a candy-apple ’63 Impala, a wine-red ’85 Monte Carlo, a maroon ’07 HHR—and if you see them, you’ll see their place in the house on
Excerpt from “Memoirs of an Enlightened Yeti” By Samuel Vega “Playing ambassador is utterly exhausting, only if you loathe telling your own story.” -Sir Metoh Kangmi-OBE Atop the senseless ranges of moon-kissed stones are wild gusts whipping every last patc
i don’t know where prayer go-, Spring 2021, Kathryn Henry, Acrylic Paint
