Savannah

January 2024 | fiction

Alicia pulled over at her ex’s house to allow the storm time to pass. They were not-unwillingly stranded in the darkness, submerged in a pile of greasy pizza boxes and crushed beer cans. Rain pounded the roof in violent sheets. He lit emergency candles and crafted a pallet of old, musty comforters that felt like quicksand. Alicia had wanted him to take her that night. Instead, they stroked each other’s hair and ate rum-raisin ice cream.

She awoke to him smashing a bag of whole-bean coffee with a hammer and promised to buy him an electric grinder the next time she was in town. One day, I’d like to make you the best cup of coffee you’ve ever tasted, she thought. Alicia hopped onto the edge of the kitchen counter, wrapping her thick legs around his waist, feeling his downy-soft scruff across her cheek.

“I think I’ll move to Savannah and open a bed and breakfast. For women who need a fresh start,” she said. “Maybe you could go back to school, have more options.”

He was already heading back to the living room for a day of gaming. “Do you think ants can have caffeine?” she yelled after him, watching a procession of black specks march toward the cracked coffee beans on the floor. Through the window, she noticed uprooted trees and her car’s smashed windshield.

Alicia’s phone vibrated, the screen briefly illuminated by her husband’s name. He asked if she’d made it to her mother’s house safely during the storm.

“I did,” she whispered, mostly to herself, feeling a lump form in her throat. “We’re fine. Just fine.” She placed her phone on the counter, opened the kitchen door, and followed the line of ants into the wreckage.

Ashley McCurry

Ashley McCurry (she/her) is a contributing editor for Cream Scene Carnival and staff reader for Okay Donkey literary magazine. Her most recent work appears in Sky Island Journal, Five Minutes, Heimat Review, and Flash Flood Journal. Her work recently received an Honorable Mention award in the Scribes Prize microfiction competition, with additional stories longlisted in the 2023 Bath Flash Fiction and Brilliant Flash Fiction writing contests.

We Are the Enablers

January 2024 | nonfiction, Pushcart nominee

Although I’m not particularly fond of violence, I decided to watch the TV miniseries “World without End.” It’s a Medieval butchery, maybe along the lines of “Game of Thrones,” which I haven’t seen.

Anyway, I watched the first hour of this curious pastiche of 21st century sensitivities dressed up in 14th century primitivism. In that hour, I saw a man get his forearm chopped off with a meat cleaver; a man get both legs broken with an enormous mallet; a pilloried man getting dung thrown at his head, apparently all day; and two hangings, one of which included about 15 victims, all of whom were simultaneously thrown off a bridge, necks ennoosed. There were also three graphic depictions of coitus, only one of which was consensual.

I stopped watching just before the first burning of a witch. My god, who are we to make such inhumanity profitable?

Richard LeBlond

Richard LeBlond is the author of Homesick for Nowhere, a collection of essays that won an EastOver Press Nonfiction Prize in 2022 and was a finalist for general nonfiction in the Spring 2023 San Francisco Book Festival. His essays and photographs have appeared in many U.S. and international journals, including Montreal Review, Weber – The Contemporary West, Concis, Lowestoft Chronicle, Trampset, and Still Point Arts Quarterly. His work has been nominated for “Best American Travel Writing” and “Best of the Net.”

Metaphysical Exam

January 2024 | Best of Net nominee, poetry

She begins:

How have your spirits been?

Tell me your name. Where we are right now. The day of the week.

Have you noticed any smells that others around you cannot sense?

Such as the smell of charred toast—

or honeysuckle?

Do you feel this?

 

She touches across my face.

How’s your vision?

Last night, when headlights fanned across your bedroom floor, did you feel clean? Or did the light catch in your curtains and remind you of being watched? Everything the light touches proof that the window is all that keeps you from the outside.

Can you hear this?

 

The sound is alive and mechanical and whirls like a machine.

 

Smile, like you’re trying to convince someone of something.

As though you’re trying to produce in me a change– the starting edge of which I won’t notice until I leave this exam room, gone home for the day, and let my car idle in the driveway

a minute too long.

When you slice your finger with a knife,

the blood rarely appears as quickly as you’d expect.

Puff your cheeks, now–

 

her hands against my face as though to test the strength of an inflated balloon.

 

Very good.

 

 

She pulls out a pen light.

Follow this light with your eyes.

 

She spells out H E R E T I C with her pen.

 

My eyes roll around in my head.

 

Now–

put out your hands as if to see if it’s raining. Like you’re the first person at the picnic to feel a drop.

Close your eyes.

Think about the grandfather you never knew. He was a preacher and a liar. Your father sang you to sleep with The Bankrobber by The Clash so you would know what he couldn’t tell you.

Very good.

 

Liz Irvin

Liz Irvin is a writer and second-year medical student at the University of Massachusetts Chan Medical School. She holds a B.A. in Women’s, Gender, and Sexuality Studies from Barnard College at Columbia University. Her essay “Seasick: Lessons in Human Anatomy from Hyman Bloom’s The Hull (1952)” appeared in Hektoen International. She lives in Worcester, Massachusetts.

Featured Artist, DM Frech

January 2024 | visual art

Montana Tree

Storm Approach

Sun and Sea

DM Frech

DM Frech holds a BFA and MFA in dance from the Tisch School of the Arts at New York University. She has worked at the Governor’s School of the Arts in Virginia and is an active member of several writing organizations, including The Muse Writers Center, Hampton Roads Writers, Poetry Society of Virginia, and The Writers Guild of Virginia. DM Frech writes poetry, children’s stories, fiction, nonfiction, and screenplays. Her photography was showcased on the Streetlight Magazine website in October 2022 and featured in the New Feather anthology in April 2023. She has won multiple nonfiction awards at The Hampton Roads Writers Conference. Both her poetry chapbooks Quiet Tree and Words From Walls, published in 2023 and 2022 by Finishing Line Press, featured her photography.

Featured Author, Ditta Baron Hoeber

January 2024 | poetry

Untitled (Coke was taller than most women)

 

Coke was taller than most women and moved in a way that somehow provoked anticipation     watching
her cross a room you wondered if this splendid thing would actually happen to you     same with her voice
with everything she’d say and I remember that her eyes were grey

and Jimmy     once Jimmy kissed me     I couldn’t have been more than fourteen when Jimmy kissed me
his mouth seemed to take me over and afterwards I ran away     but stayed kissed all afternoon

I saw Coke on the bus wearing a mink jacket one morning and big diamonds looking a handsome late
thirties on her second marriage twelve year old child and she says Jimmy’s got his masters degree and his
wife’s a nurse and Coke says that Mileage whose black moon face and joke on you laughter used to
frighten me     has passed away

 

Untitled (when things get bad enough)

 

when things get bad enough

I start wishing I would die.

 

actually, I had intended to say,

 

when things get bad enough

I start wishing other people would die

 

so I would be left

the pleasures of abandonment.

 

you mentioned the word suicide today

I caught it in my teeth and

 

carried it home to put in a poem.

I am not respectful enough its true

 

of me of you

but thank you for the word.

 

Untitled (I have a small book)

 

I have a small book with yellow covers and half translucent pages.     I thought of using it as a drawing
book but never did because I imagined the drawings would bleed through to each other in disturbing
ways.  but now I have the idea of making my first drawing on the last page of the book, so I can see it as I
draw on the page that comes before.     that way I can design that second drawing to relate to the first.
and so on.

 

Ditta Baron Hoeber

An artist and a poet, Ditta Baron Hoeber’s poems have been published in a number of magazines including Noon: journal of the short poem, Gargoyle, the American Journal of Poetry, Juxtaprose, Pank, Burningword Literary Journal, the American Poetry Review, and Contemporary American Voices. Her work has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize, and her first book, Without You, is forthcoming in March of 2024. Her photographs, drawings, and book works have been exhibited nationally and acquired by several collections in the US and the UK.