Volume 3 Number 1
The size and shape of a quarter, it stares out at her, the skin slightly raised and bubbly. Like cooked bologna. She touches it and…
I’m sitting in a movie theater and I’ve got a one on my right and a one on my left. God, I’m in love. He…
Farm fingers found a carcass in the chicken coop. A hawk had had it, left it there for later. He scooped up slow, hands spread…
He holds his hand against the sun, looks out at the combine in the field, where Father bled out. A figure shimmers in the heat,…
On the gravel driveway one summer, Ben slipped, skinning his left knee. He went inside crying. His mother and father were sitting in armchairs drinking…
I. The birds of today have no concept of plumage, old friend. I remember when all creatures were hollow like the sun and their dancing…