by D.S. Maolalai and so we grew tired of lamp-oil. whaling too cruel a sport and death too much a price. dirty yellow light like tobacco-stained apartments. too cruel. better to crack the skin of […]
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 […]
Art by 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, […]
Photography by 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 […]
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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 lungs I though they’d turn to stone. The houses, […]
Postpartum
by Catherine Zickgraf Paper neighbors drape my couch. They hold the baby, bake casseroles I can’t taste. I nibble when he sleeps or sleep when he naps after I’ve boiled the bottles and washed some […]
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 […]
