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Issue 28 | Fall 2021

Restitution

By | Poetry

The berries remembered, though. And, how far away from them we had  to go to not live the captive life, our mere existence a sin.

Issue 28 | Fall 2021

Water and Light

By | Poetry

I don't go often to the church in the village. The tall, leaded-glass windows seem as cold as the stone spire above.

Issue 28 | Fall 2021

Powerful Lessons: A Review of Bobby Johnston’s The Saint I Ain’t

By | Book Review

Sean Norton reviews The Saint I Ain’t: Stories from Sycamore Street by Bobby Johnston

Issue 28 | Fall 2021

Vacío

By | Poetry

We taste transparent flames, the spices and fruits for which we have no names. Savor the bitterness of ausencia while we sever wrists. 

Issue 28 | Fall 2021

Lily

By | Poetry

Water dripped from the neighbor’s spigot as the planet held tight to its pocket of time. You told me the joke and the next day I saw tiger lilies everywhere. I wasn’t sure if I had just begun to notice them or if there had been some massive overnight planting.

Issue 28 | Fall 2021

Racing

By | Poetry

True, it’s been years since I was last in love,  since someone considered winking at me.  And years since I’ve seen anyone buried or born. 

Issue 28 | Fall 2021

The Sun As An Empath

By | Poetry

The sun shines deep his bawdy light into shrewd strangers

Issue 28 | Fall 2021

At the Holiday Inn

By | Poetry

I woke with a wet pillow and hair tangled, I didn’t care.   It was Sunday.