Stories

Wetlands – Scott McCulloch

I dove into the longest delta I could find. I spilled into ancient waste and rowed to an incomplete kingdom of ends. Fatigued, with nothing to moor, it was only sensible to collapse in the marsh, down in the meandering lanes between reeds, into the saliva of the delta. All seemed bent on walkabouts through such outermost lengths, but still I fail to dissect the nature of this drift, apart from the desperation of it.

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Stories

False Cypress – John Larson

I spent the night in the backseat, curled up under this drop cloth like a blanket. It had gone from fifty-five down to twenty-five overnight and I woke up with no feeling in my toes. My nose was running. I got out and did jumping jacks. This was in the parking lot of the Cabela’s that had just went bankrupt. I warmed up in the gas station across the street.

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Art

Blinded, I Lead You To Beauty – Hestia N/A

In heaven we become children nestled into towers of ureteral discharge
Brows crowned in sand blasted copper coils
Eyes split into thirds
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Art

Pterygium – Sierra Armor

my sister’s teeth
were chipped like ancient pottery
they bit back padlocked thoughts

Hers were gums full of wet licorice
and loose threads
That gently held
the acidic smell of pennies

we buried the jagged bits
in the backyard
next to the guinea pig,
next to the glow fish that were sucked up
and shredded in the aquarium filter

My sister grieved less for each life,

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