Artist Interview: Spotlight on John-Clause Fassoth Saldaña

by Mariah Beckman

Issue No. 244 ~ September, 2017

Fajr

by Theodore A. John

Issue No. 244 ~ September, 2017

Tonight, at line of latitude 36°12’04” north, line of longitude 37°09’40” east, elevation above sea level 1315 ft, following bombings that lasted over ten hours in your time frame of reference, but a mini eternity in her understanding, Fajr and her mama lost their home. …

How to Realize That You’re Lonely and Waste Six Months of Someone’s Life

by Maya Cramer

Issue No. 244 ~ September, 2017

Step 1. Create an OKCupid account because at least two of your friends have started relationships from the site within the past two weeks and it’s been one month since you broke up with Matt and you think, goddamnit, if you want something then you …

When the Walls Tipped In

by Theo Ellin Ballew

Issue No. 244 ~ September, 2017

We were twelve years old when the walls tipped in we were twelve years old and then some. We were twelve years old but that couldn’t be right and our eyes, they were getting very bad. We were twelve years old or one hundred and …

Take Me Under Your Golden Wing

by Joe Baumann

Issue No. 244 ~ September, 2017

I was sitting on the porch swing, smoking, when Gala found the owl while trimming the bushes and plucking flowers from the row of hedges along the back of the yard even though the landlord had caught her once and told her to stop. She’d …

Life Events

by Shaun Polakow

Issue No. 244 ~ September, 2017

In a dark, cold courtroom five judges sat behind five raised desks, draped in shadows. One of the judges, a black woman called Cafferty, yawned behind clenched fist. Another judge, called the Moderator, shot her a glance. And his look hung in the air long …

A Dark Place

by Andrew Mercado

Issue No. 244 ~ September, 2017

There were priests there. Must have been taking a lunch break or in town for a conference or seminar or something or other. I imagined a troupe of mimes or construction workers or clowns walking in. At the moment, the most I could read into …

If All Hallways Were 2 Feet Wide

by Theo Ellin Ballew

Issue No. 244 ~ September, 2017

If all hallways were 2 feet wide I think that I could be happy. I’d pull my little elbows toward my little waist when I’d see you coming along, I’d roll myself in against one of the walls, I’d laugh, I’d splay myself flat like …