FICTION: Blessed Be

/ Eleanor Levine / Fiction
I am apparently good, damn good, in bed, but my self-love is wrinkled. I never […]

Poems: Umang Kalra

/ Umang Kalra / Poetry
I don’t know how to say it in english & so I kiss you instead […]

FICTION: A Levittown Original

/ Celeste Hamilton Dennis / Fiction
Hi there! The cards started after Brooke died in June. The first one arrived on […]

Poems: Len Lawson

/ Len Lawson / Poetry
Portrait of My Depression and Anxiety as a Floor Plan (1). The door has teeth […]

Let Me Clarify #7: Unsolicited Advice by Genia Blum

/ Genia Blum / Misc
Preserving ethnic heritage was more important to my parents than adapting to a country that had offered them asylum and citizenship.

FICTION: Language Acquisition

/ Molly Gabriel / Fiction
My baby’s first word was redundant. I murmured, I love you, I love you, I […]

Poems: Karen Poppy

/ Karen Poppy / Poetry
Made Plain Some affluence...in the poverty of their words.     —Wallace Stevens No snow-globe Shakedown, […]

Hey there, Chappie!

/ Judson Hamilton / Misc
It averages out the colour of the world’s history, and that average is dark.

Poems: José Luis Álvarez Escontrela

/ José Luis Álvarez Escontrela / Poetry
Quechua in the metro His Captain America shirt would never have given her away, nor […]

MISFIT DOC: 3 Prose Poems

FICTION: Pastries of Despair

/ Caroljean Gavin / Fiction
On our walk up from the sea, we pass a seal, bloated, gashed, and tossed […]

Getting Sober With Rocketman

/ Isabel Rae McKenzie / Music
When the movie opened with Elton John, in his flaming, horned, phoenix-like costume, sulking at a meeting for addiction recovery, my cheeks filled with the heat of paranoia.

C.S. Lewis & the Spiritual Tipping Point

/ Yahia Lababidi / Misc
How does a diehard atheist become, in effect, one of the most successful evangelists of the twentieth century?

Slow Stepper

/ I.S. Rowley / Music
May I see you smile, if only from afar? / What's burnt away / can sometimes be restored.

(Not) My Writing Desk

/ Teresa K. Miller / Misc
The desk belonged to my grandfather. When I was a child, the large pane of glass protecting its fake leather top impressed me.

Poem: Maxwell Gray

/ Maxwell Gray / Poetry
Wulf and Eadwacer a new translation of the Old English lyric poem (for Kyle C.L.) […]