Issue 3.4 – Nonfiction

As I settle into a comfortable reading position, legs up on the bench, book in hand, and phone at a considerable distance away from me, three young women approach me. “We’re taking a survey for our class. Would you be interested in answering a few questions?” “Sure.” I state my name and consent to being…

Issue 3.4 – Fiction

One moment, I’m standing at the bar thinking of Brandon’s hand in my back pocket ordering us his go-to cheap beer. The next, I have two cheap beers in my hand and no one’s hand in my pocket. A wave of stress crashes, leaving me coughing up water while I hold onto my beer buoys….

Issue 3.4 – Poetry

The spectrum of truth unbinds perceptions  If you listen carefully, there is verity  under every lie that salts our wounds  Like the breaker- that seasons beaches of grit and unease  contains real kelp of solid green Unpatterned, unbidden our weaknesses sing tales of truth These seahorses of our caged soul anemones,  that we tame  in…

Issue 3.3 – Nonfiction

First appeared in The Manifest-Station   Even now, all these years later, I have a recurring dream about driving alone around Madison, lost and trying to find my way home.  I am driving around hills, the lake always on one side. It all looks so familiar but I am not sure I am heading in…

Issue 3.3 – Fiction

  She makes it all the way into the room before realizing her mistake. Standing in the doorway, her arms stacked with fresh laundry, she blinks in the dim light, rubbing at her nose. Dust from the closed-up room rushes toward her and she sneezes. She shakes her head. How silly and absent-minded she’s getting….

Issue 3.3 – Poetry

long time friend get together after many years i stay at her place on the beach feeding cats, watering plants beautiful ocean view ah, this is where i’ll work on my next book! a magnet on the fridge says: ‘men are like floor tiles if you lay them right the first time, you can walk…

A Word from the Editor

We’re excited to present you with a jam-packed Issue 3.2! So much is going on behind the scenes as we learn and grow and evolve as a journal. We hope you enjoyed the first installment of Thursday’s new feature . . . our weekly serial. As we mentioned before, we hope it will serve as…

Issue 3.2 – Nonfiction

  I watched children as they climbed the ancient bedrock above the castle playground in Central Park; they scrambled over the enormous rock, reaching, pulling with their bare hands, digging their sneakers into crevasses, and pushing, hurling themselves up, the way my almost-four-year-old son Radek did whenever I brought him here. In the vast playground…

Issue 3.2 – Fiction

Beads of sweat rolled down her face as she stood like a statue. Any movement or shift in her weight could mean the end. She fought the system and stigmas to end up with her foot over a land mine. She wanted to fight for her country, but she was going to die in a God-forsaken place…

Issue 3.2 – Poetry

  Do you remember the day we entered our new home? The stark, empty spaces weren’t really empty, were they? They were filled—every corner and crevice, with an air of hope, anticipation and yes, with love.   The bare walls picked up those naughty giggles, multiplied them manifold and threw them back at us. I…