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Carving Medea
Before the first strike of the chisel, she was stone. Ten sweat-grimed men worked quickly cutting into the ribs of a mountain that held...
Janel Konzer
Feb 149 min read


Spiritus Sancti
wisps of my mother’s Latin haunt my head while my fingers caress the water’s surface and I cross myself In the name of the Father, the...
Jeanette Barszewski
Feb 141 min read


Something's Wrong with Mom
“Jimmy!” Grant whispered. He grabbed his sleeping brother’s shoulder and shook him. “Jimmy, wake up!” Jimmy groaned. He opened one eye...
Warren Benedetto
Feb 148 min read


Memento mori
“Why is this night different from all other nights?” – From the Passover Seder Here I lie, chad gadya on my hospital bed counting my...
Raymond Turco
Feb 142 min read


Killing Papa
I smelled him before I saw him, the pungent draft of maraschino and cigar smoke smacking sobriety into my rum-drunk skull. Three days on...
D.M. Harring
Feb 147 min read


Dirce’s Spring
I hated so much in my life and still became something beautiful when I died. Here, slotted in the rock, I flow out. I’ll erode what’s...
Emily Jarecke
Feb 141 min read


How to Proceed
Numb and in a quandary— Dazed, disengaged, stymied. Here is your birth chart, which I have calculated and drawn by hand. I deliver...
Richard Denner
Feb 141 min read


The Fallen are Falling
Kate looks nearly translucent under the stage’s spotlight. But she knows this. She doesn’t wear a getup like the others. No tattered...
Sunny Olds
Feb 148 min read

Atlantic Theology
The altar here is a bait box on a cold deck. The wharf is our pilgrimage road. We worship ships lost at sea and the children who grow up...
George Moore
Feb 141 min read


Another Garden
Where will you find another Garden now the storm falls in folds of black crepe, bars of the wicket door are closed with a padlock,...
Nels Hanson
Feb 141 min read


Our Young Son Wished for Us to Die Together
My wife was giving our young son a bath one night when he raised a toy helicopter above his head and said, “I saw God from my...
Kurt Schmidt
Feb 147 min read


what breathes beneath
what writes itself on the surface of the stream reveals its lungs in concentric circles to me tethered to the bank as pale gold leaves...
Jeanette Barszewski
Feb 141 min read


Divinations
I He shows me his hands, calloused from work. I look past their roughness and see his mound of Venus protruding from the thumb....
Nate Darden
Feb 142 min read


Grandma’s garden
goodbye, Grandma said in Mandarin not a language she knows. one she learned for me who left home and her garden unattended one she...
Joy Chen
Feb 141 min read


Our German Relative
Whenever our family got together, it was inevitable that we would sit and tell stories. We would gather in my grandparents’ adjoining...
Mitchell Toews
Feb 148 min read


A Southern Psalm
Thou anointest my cornbread with honey. My sweet iced tea overflows. Though there may be tough rows to hoe, Goodness, grace, and mercy ...
Christina E. Petrides
Feb 141 min read

Shift Work
I only ever see the moon in the morning early— before you’re awake— as birdsong first trills from hallowed branches to welcome the...
L. D’Arcy Blackwell
Feb 141 min read


Manna Machine
To thee, an angel, called by the Lord unto the operation of this machine— In the days of Moses thou puttest the word of God into the...
Paul Martz
Feb 142 min read


Orlok
At a lancet looking out on empty hills and dark forests, Carpathians hulking against the horizon like titans, he watches for other...
Harrison Hurst
Feb 141 min read


River Styx
The river doesn't care if you're ready. Mid-life catches you like an undertow, drags you into waters too deep for standing. One day...
Louise Worthington
Feb 142 min read
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