Annie Brechin

Annie Brechin

Such an itch you are  / man I don’t quite know  // all the things you might say / if we were on your terrace / with a beer 

Liam L. Zatarain

Liam L. Zatarain

From a very young age my star stopped shining. / And among the many battles between life and death, / I discovered, I think by chance, the meaning of life.

Iulia David

Iulia David

He wishes he could experience the transition to evening / less like a hungry moth flapping its dust towards the magnetic / pools of light, more like a rare edition in the hands of tiny / librarians

Nuala Watt

Nuala Watt

Is this the murderer, or the wee nyaff / that kicks the hippocampus when I’m tired? / And should I yell or let it wander off, / my crisis just a detail on the ward / that nobody will log, unless I call?

Gerald Mangan

Gerald Mangan

Dear Bill: I’m sorry to hear you’re dead. / You hated the fig-leaf euphemisms / Of pulpit-jockeys who peddle heavens, / So you’d like me calling this spade a spade: // I died a bit myself, when I heard.

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The Spring Issue | 2025

Iulia David

He wishes he could experience the transition to evening / less like a hungry moth flapping its dust towards the magnetic / pools of light, more like a rare edition in the hands of tiny / librarians

Lydia Unsworth

a lot of parenting is getting the first child to play / with the second child / so you don’t have to do it

Annie Brechin

Such an itch you are  / man I don’t quite know  // all the things you might say / if we were on your terrace / with a beer 

Annie Brechin

Such an itch you are  / man I don’t quite know  // all the things you might say / if we were on your terrace / with

Liam L. Zatarain

From a very young age my star stopped shining. / And among the many battles between life and death, / I discovered, I think by

Iulia David

He wishes he could experience the transition to evening / less like a hungry moth flapping its dust towards the magnetic / pools of light,

John Oliver Hodges

He is not our first dead tourist. We have had copter incidents, people cutting legs on ice, avalanche victims. One lady fell down a mine

Ivy Grimes

How many times did I tell the children? We got this by a stroke of luck, and to luck it might return. Don’t fold it

Michael Harper

Mom ruined her $350 wedding dress running barefoot through a cornfield. The hem gathered silky topsoil like the wind.

Michael Hardin

I have never had a particularly good imagination. Really, it’s kind of dire. It irritates my wife that I can’t imagine a future. I’m not

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