• The Smell of Hospitals

    The Smell of Hospitals

    The Smell of Hospitals by D.S. Maolalai

  • Cartoons


    by D.S. Maolalai my friends send me news articles which I really should be reading but instead I go on YouTube and hunt for old cartoons; Wile E Coyote and Elmer Fudd – I always like the losers in every game I see but in the news today none of the losers are funny. it’s…

  • Art by Alexandre Nodopaka

    Art by Alexandre Nodopaka

    Alexandre Nodopaka Alexandre Nodopaka originated in Kiyv, Ukraine. Speaks San Franciscan, Parisian, Barcelonan, Kievan, & Muscovite i un poco de Espanol. Mumbles in English. He propounds having studied at the Ecole des Beaux Arts, Casablanca, Morocco. Presently full time author, visual artist but considers his past irrelevant as he seeks new reincarnations.

  • Photography by Fabrice Poussin

    Photography by Fabrice Poussin

    Fabrice Poussin Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and many other magazines. His photography has been published in The Front Porch Review, the San Pedro River Review as well as other publications.

  • Signing Forms

    Signing Forms

    by Catherine Zickgraf That December,home from school,I’d finish my shift at 3 a.m. My hands cracked gripping the wheel.My breath froze in my lungsI though they’d turn to stone. The houses, too, were hollow.The road, too, unlit.My job was to go home. I sat on the steps one afternoonwith my morning coffeeand watched: My younger…

  • Postpartum


    by Catherine Zickgraf Paper neighbors drape my couch.They hold the baby,bake casseroles I can’t taste.I nibble when he sleepsor sleep when he napsafter I’ve boiled the bottlesand washed some spoons. I awoke this morning on the roll of toilet paper.Seems it cushioned my cheek sufficientlywhen I slipped near dawn down the tiles. Postpartum lasts at…

  • Eighth Grade

    Eighth Grade

    by Catherine Zickgraf We were empty-eyed cinder blocks,ringed keys unlocking the doorknobs. Among junior high’s sleepy congregation,an audience of our class’s generation,only some of us showed up praised and amen-ed. School taught me typing for college essaysand gave me chances to run away. We’d flood from the school at 3:05—but only some return now for…

  • Two Poems

    Two Poems

    by J.S. MacLean EvolutionThe scientists saidtrees grow, I watched one awhileand no they do not. Invisible MinorityThey are not ghoststhat prowl the earthdown lanes of truthwith greed for sight. J.S. MacLean J.S. MacLean has been writing poetry since the early 70s with two collections “Molasses Smothered Lemon Slices” and “Infinite Oarsmen for one” available on…

  • Two Poems

    Two Poems

    by Heidi Slettedahl LonelinessLonelinessa white sheetdrawn over me at night,my naked body unaccustomed to the weight. River’s EdgeI’ve never swum in a riverfor fear of tidesand my dead uncle. My father made us learn to swim in poolseven as he stood on the edge, himself unable. Vacations, my mother left with her sister, shopping, whilemy…

  • She Said

    She Said

    by Lauren Bender quickly, the rulesof shacking up in a she shed.turn away from your real houselike others turn away fromsatan, sparkling with distaste.display your set of chairs and theirsoft porch cushions. embrace thosewho register words rather thanhow outrageous the words are.those who don’t see bold as the backboneof greatness. then take your thoughtsand hobbies…