Serial – Little River: Vol 2 – Ch 11

When Lexi heard the knock on her front door, she knew without looking that it was Brady. Instead of showing up on her doorstep unannounced, this time he called first and requested to bring her dinner. “Hey, there,” Lexi greeted him as she held the door open wide. Brady brushed past her with a bag…

Book Review: Beneath the Citadel

Beneath the Citadel follows a ragtag group of rebels as they attempt to infiltrate the citadel. They believe the government is hiding the reason that citizens of the city keep falling dead and they are determined to uncover the truth. This book is full of diverse characters fighting a corrupt government and has a plot…

Microwork – Homelessness Stops Time

Homelessness stops time. The brisk tick-tock of indoor living Dissolves in wind and rain like the chalk Scribbles no one pays for, bleeding on the road Ann Rosenthal lives in New Zealand. Her poetry is featured in NZ Poetry 2018 and multiple US journals, as well as in an upcoming national exhibition of women artists….

Issue 14.1 – Nonfiction

He was coming down the street toward me. Today. When I was going to my physiotherapist’s office for treatment, after an operation. Years ago, I would have broken into a sweat at the sight of him, wondering what to say. Or not say. This time, he recognized me, flagging me down, and I, with an…

Issue 14.1 – Fiction

In the beginning, God created heaven and earth. And God said, “Let there be love!” And there appeared before him a vast spread of playing cards. And God said to the archangel Azrael, “What is this?” And Azrael replied, “Your greatness, this is the game of Memory.” And God said to the angel, “How do we…

Issue 14.1 – Poetry

Once I loved with my eyes closed. I reached out, asked the goddesses and foremothers for strength. Open my chest, I said, and birth me a girl whose body bleeds with the power of every woman who walked before her, who knew the possibility of an exposed heartbeat.  And they did. I placed my own…

Serial – Little River: Vol 2 – Ch 10

From her vantage point in the front room, Mary could see her young neighbors hard at work. The two little girls had finished pulling the brown weeds from her flower beds and spreading the bags of mulch Josiah had brought over. Taylor was sweeping off the front porch steps while her younger sister watched. Mary…

Microwork – I Am Afraid

I am afraid of writing new poems, because My older, stronger poems might gang up To push these weedy weaklings off the page Those words that are too young to speak for themselves Kerry Kidd is a keen walker, reader and traveller. She finds micropoems are a delicate verbal photograph with which to capture life’s…

Issue 13.4 – Nonfiction

I am seeking small mercies, this word that pushes the breath out slowly and pulls at the corners of your mouth like stay or sleep. When I imagine my mother through the eyes of the policeman who brought her into the station on a Friday afternoon, I invent small mercies between them. I think of…

Issue 13.4 – Fiction

For more than a year, a ghost lived in our house. Every morning I would see her in our lemon-yellow kitchen — standing at the sink, gazing out the window at the bird feeder, reading the newspaper at the dinette. When she saw me, she would vanish. She stayed until Halloween, until my tiny six-year-old…