In This Issue
Protection
A year ago if somebody had said AstraZeneca I would have thought South African tennis player, German sports car the hot AK47 toting freedom fighter that was my imaginary, Nazi slaughtering, girlfriend in a war I was never in Even the smugly lensed boffins in...
Featured Artist: Michael Hower
Michael Hower Michael Hower is an artist and photographer from Central Pennsylvania. His work focuses on historical themes. He photographs historical and abandoned places, depicting human objects and structures in modified environments now devoid of human...
Lana Eileen
Lana Eileen Lana Eileen is a musician and visual artist currently based on the island of Tasmania, Australia. As a musician, Eileen has traveled extensively, touring and recording internationally in the United States, Europe and the United Kingdom, before...
mer fidei
you go bats in bone dry dry flood of night light night night there’s no need now now to be so shy come and feed the banquet in the tower the table set w/ black flowers (the pollen is rust) & great eggs cracked open a silver plate...
Haiku Dream
Noriko sits on her knees in a gold and black kimono, wide sleeves holding fragile arms, palms on her lap, thumbs hidden. With white hair pulled back, cheekbones rise under eyes deep in memory of Manzanar. In Block 25, she lived with her mother and father next to an...
Perspective
In the interest of time mothers move stepwise and as for her a lingering in Mexico City we lost touch some time ago, my mother reflects moodily. it is a Monday afternoon and my world’s gone positively Popsicular the grass was this euphoric...
An Index to the Eating Disorder Spectrum
Abnormal, a condition; a way of life; an indicator of otherness; you. Achievement, you are the aggregate sum of these. Anorexic, the condition of your identical twin sister in the seventh grade. You are the “fat twin.” Appearance, how others may tell you your story....
Late October Air
Up the bent walk to the house door, stops at the steps, smells the dryness of fall in the late October air. Remembers something as the breeze tousles his hair and forgets for a moment the key in his hand. Something a young girl said, maybe, or a woman...
Jack Bordnick
Jack Bordnick Jack Bordnick started as a product designer, establishing his own design business in New York, Sante Fe, and Europe. He is now an artist with a focus on sculpture work and photography. His artwork is a form of self-reflection on his own story....
The Absence of Joy in Love
Heavy weighted blanket, legs half-out, rain against the window, you whispered, “what if it gets old? what if you get bored with me?” “It won’t and I won’t,” I said. “But if.” “If?” The smell of warm linen, chest swelling like infatuation. Oh honey, it would be a...
Magpies
That girl’s come again, the one called Jewel. She likes to correct me, says her name is Julie. I know. She’s my youngest granddaughter. That’s what she says. Like the others, she visits, like the others she says goodbye. Jewel comes often enough, I’m starting to...
Lawrence Bridges
Lawrence Bridges Lawrence Bridges is best known for work in the film and literary world. His poetry has appeared in The New Yorker, Poetry, and The Tampa Review. He has published three volumes of poetry: Horses on Drums, Flip Days, and Brownwood. As a...
Mothballs
Tucked under a pile of wool sweaters, under the wedding dress that I didn’t let you help me pick out, under the little white sailor outfit that I bought on Etsy for your grandson’s baptism that you missed because you were dead, deep in a corner of the cedar chest that...
Featured Author: E. Laura Golberg
Logistics, 2020 How many bodies can be held in refrigerated trailers, giving families time to claim them? The number of those, anonymous, buried at the public cemetery in New York, increased five-fold in April. Outside a Brooklyn funeral home,...
The Watch
Restless in pleasure’s absence, I watched when my mother woke, startled by a rooster that chimed and paced on the barbed wire fence. She pulled the sheet over her shoulder, sank into the cushion and lingered a moment longer while I pretended to be asleep....
Yezidi, Northern Iraq
A Yezidi woman sits across from me her eyes are flat black like no eyes should look as if her spirit has been sucked backward through her body to fly away somewhere else somewhere safe before Kocho Sinjar. “Is it true?” her handler asks me “Is it true what ISIS...
Tobi Alfier
Bench Warrant Wednesday You’re finally back in your hometown, only snow greets your arrival. Court date’s in a few hours, just time to check into some cheap hotel and change into clothes that say I’m a good girl, clothes that’ll be dumped...
Zeina Lee
Zeina Lee Zeina Lee is a junior attending Suffield Academy in Connecticut, America. She is a profound visualizer and observant artist talented in the art of observation with an especially color-keen sense. She developed her skills in media art and graphic...
How Many Mad Scientists Does it Take to Change a Light Bulb?
The question twisted my guts, triggering an uncontrollable urge to pee. 10,000 applicants for one scholarship to the world’s most prestigious university. If not me, a life mining coal like dad, both granddads, four great granddads. Grades made the first cut. Board...
Seojin Moon
Seojin Moon Taylor Moon is a sixteen-year-old high school junior living in New York City. She is currently attending the Chapin School located on the Upper East Side. Taylor has built her foundation of drawing and painting skills at a young age. Taylor has...
Glimpse
I slow the car when I spot the wind turbines, their majestic arms swooping in circles, chopping the unrelenting summer heat. Miles of blades work at smooth paces, but a few sit unmoving, broken or tired. You enjoyed this stretch of the drive best. It’s 7 o’clock in...
Bone
From the top of the Bull Street library’s rooftop, compressors groan, and pneumatic tools bang and whine and almost drown out the workmen’s crisscrossing commands. Those guys are, undoubtedly, among the crews Cara has seen throw lunch scraps out their truck windows....
Horse Opera
They drifted west from the North and South to taste a common dust in the rearguard of uncommitted cows, Surprised maybe that they could dig their spurs cooperatively into the partisan enterprises of ubiquitous rustlers. Pinned down in a wallow, fighting...
A Man who envies Eugene Levy
is harvesting eyebrows grown in a petri dish teeming with a mixture of Minoxidil, Finasteride, (think recent, indecent President), sandalwood oil, lavender, rosemary, and thyme oils, or a mixture of hippopotamus fat, crocodile, tomcat, snake and ibex oils....
His Season
My husband climbs the stairs, slow and defeated. His eyes brim with tears threatening to spill onto the kitchen floor. “What is it?” I ask, even though I know. This is not the weight of work or the isolation of this pandemic. This is about our first baby girl. He...
Presumption
The café’s lights hung from black cords, so bright they smeared my retinas, magnifying my shadow whose distorted magnitude I hoped represented my future. Maybe I blinded myself more than the lights did? Their reflections in the café's glass frontage created false...
Three people think in Treptower Park
She hoped the couple beside them in the park wasn’t listening to their fight. They, the other couple, were so obviously into each other and so obviously on a first date. They were speaking English, so there was a decent chance they didn’t understand German—so many...
Bitters
Take your sorrow soup, sour mash of sand that slipped through your mother’s hands on days spent resenting a husband’s regretful weakness. Trickle in the salt from old wounds, sprinkle an ounce of onion tears over whatever meat you can trim from the fat on her old...
Bad Memories of the Good Old Days
The darkest hour is just before the middle of the night. Mishka Shubaly, “Destructible” I climbed the infinite staircase that leads nowhere; it took me almost a decade, a fractured ankle, a fractured rib, a broken tooth, my peace of mind, and half of my soul....
John J. Zywar
John J. Zywar John J. Zywar is a retiree in Central Massachusetts who enjoys pursuing his interests in photography, cooking, family history research, prose and poetry. His interest in photography grew out of a 4H program in photography which included darkroom...
Eminence
The land in Nevada seems barren like evil witch skin until you get a better view. Start with a close-up of crater valley, five shades of brown, the ochre lip of serious plummage, cracked ridge, circular but not perfectly so, its irregular features...
Jim Ross
Jim Ross Jim Ross jumped into creative pursuits in 2015 after leaving a rewarding career in public health research. With a graduate degree from Howard University, since retiring he's published nonfiction, poetry, and photography in nearly 150 journals and anthologies...
Jean Wolff
Jean Wolff Jean Wolff has had group and solo exhibits in various galleries in New York City and internationally. In addition, she has published 108 works in 69 issues of 47 different magazines. Born in Detroit, Michigan, she studied fine arts at the Center for...
All That We Are
charlotte said there are times when i feel like i’m observing myself from a constellated distance in the same way one would look at a starry sky or a pastoral scene or a bloody gory picture show and when i see myself in this way i am...

Jane Hammons taught writing for three decades at UC Berkeley, where she received a Distinguished Teaching Award. Upon retirement, she moved to Austin, Texas, for five years before returning home to New Mexico. Her writing appears in numerous journals and anthologies: Alaska Quarterly Review, Southwestern American Literature, The Main Street Rag, Yellow Medicine Review, Hint Fiction, (Norton), The EastOver Anthology of Rural Writers of Color, 2023 and 2024, The Maternal is Political (Seal Press), and Selected Memories, (Hippocampus Books). She enjoys photography as part of her writing practice, and three of her photographs are included in Taking It To the Streets: A Visual History of Protest and Demonstration, an exhibition of the Austin History Center. She is an enrolled citizen of the Cherokee Nation.
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Michael C. Roberts is a retired pediatric psychologist and professor. He has digital and film photographs in Burningword, The Canary, The Storms, FERAL, Cholla Needles, Cantos, The Healing Muse, Cold Moon, Right Hand Pointing, Door is a Jar, Camas, Hindsight, Straylight, Thimble, Ponder, Closed Eye Open, Alchemy Spoon, 3rd Wednesday, The Right Words, Cardinal Sins, Human Obscura, Blue Mesa Review, The Word’s Faire, and elsewhere. In his recent photography, he has been exploring minimalism as projection and abstraction. The simplicity of minimalism reduces both nature and the human-made to their basics, revealing the essential beauty in structure and form. Although austere, these silhouetted images of nature allow the viewer to appreciate the world’s simple complexity and basic beauty.
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