Issue 26 | Fall 2020 Testaments from the Departed By A. Molotkov | Poetry On the bottom shelf, my shadow. The middle, a mirror holds my face.
Issue 22 | Summer 2019 Laughter By A. Molotkov | Fiction Smooth and silent, the door closes behind me. The empty corridor; the sound softer and softer. Can I still hear it, or is it just a leftover in my ears?
