by Stacey Z. Lawrence  He is eleven, almost a manwhen the belt’s buckle catchesunder his skin.As usual hegrips the kitchen sinkstares at the faucet dripas she whips.He never cries, but this timebloody puddles stainhis white socks, the canvasof his Converse,gore trickles down his leg.She places it on the counter,bits of his ass impaledupon sharp metal … Continue reading Belt

The Flood

by Fabrice B. Poussin Counting the drops, it is not always clear that a flood may be coming by way of the river. Walking on the tow path, mooing at the bovines, singing the melody familiar to the wild coyotes; no light seems to hold power over the new darkness; clouds thick as a dirty … Continue reading The Flood

Imitation Tiffany

by Don Thompson (Father X) The old priest must have diedsoon after that Sunday,his last crack at the Eucharist.What was his name?Forgotten…But I still hear his voice,already faint and far away,sounding like he had cellophane in his lungs.We followed along in our prayer booksas he got lost now and then.The stained glass Jesus behind himhad … Continue reading Imitation Tiffany