• Fly Fishing

    Fly Fishing

    by Michael Steffen So much leaping and letting go,flicking your wrist to a shadowyou thread line through, lacingsurface to writhing depth,summoning tension. Between rocks,cutthroat and rainbow shelter.Entice the unseenwith a four-count rhythm,slice the air with a gentle arcand let your line lay downacross the back of another world.Retrieve. Repeat. You are searchingfor something shimmering, deepand…

  • H/O/L/L/E/R


    by Lane Vineyard I have gazed into the eyesof the taxidermy foxand found its warped reflection of my ownmore fitting. its gossamer phantoms orbitsister moons of anthracite coal;once teeming with life, now entombed withincalcified dew. I’ve long fled mother Appalachiayet still anticipatethe city’s rancid pavement pools to exhale herritualistic chants in the tongue of eldritch…

  • Pond


    John L. Stanizzi Author of Ecstasy Among Ghosts, Sleepwalking, Dance Against the Wall, After the Bell, Hallelujah Time!, High Tide – Ebb Tide, Four Bits, Chants, Sundowning. John’s has appeared in Prairie Schooner, American Life in Poetry, New York Quarterly, many others. NMon-fiction in Stone Coast, Ovunque Siamo, Adelaide, Scarlet Leaf, Evening Street.

  • I am a Lion in Winter

    I am a Lion in Winter

    Andy Betz has tutored and taught in excess of 30 years. He lives in 1974, has been married for 27 years, and collects occupations (the current tally is 100). His works are found everywhere a search engine operates.

  • Suicide Squirrel

    Suicide Squirrel

    by Shawn Anto & I was driving down CSUB Way minding my own business Can I ask you something? really              ask                    you. Can you be honest with me? really                     honest a squirrel…

  • Portrait of Wasps

    Portrait of Wasps

    by Mateo Lara we are not saved, trapped in the nest cradling arms, us, crawling with rage, twitching alive tucked together, neatly in rows, made into a bed. our buzzing was no warning it was a reminder that building community would find you blistering and needing reminders of safety, poking your gut hazily flapping translucent,…

  • The Burial

    The Burial

    Ally Schwam is a poet, artist, and professional UX/UI Designer. Her poetry has previously appeared in Tupelo Press’ 30/30 Project, UMD’s Literary Magazine Stylus, and Poetry WTF?! She lives in Bethesda, MD.