What Survived the Wash: Sapphic Fragments Austin Sanchez-Moran Orchard In the city Nibbling indifference Just Black but blue Flames plural Plums The loss of a parasol © Austin Sanchez-Moran ====== Austin Sanchez-Moran has an MFA in Poetry from George Mason University. He now works as Education Coordinator…
Worse Things Phoebe Reeves-Murray Saltbush and prickly pear marched on the construction site, up to the cellar hole the previous class had dug. Here and there, a lemonade bush indicated a possible water source. But every time the students had dug it up, the ground yielded nothing but sand and dust. The sun was roasting…
Owls Alina Stefanescu 1 “The portents of things to come.” Her eyes glistened like brown slugs inching towards the bridge of her nose. Ion tried not to shudder. Why lament the disgrace of age on a woman’s face—the bad landscaping causing sunken pools where there should be smoothness? Mrs. McClenny is explaining the behavior of…
The Man Who Built Hell Benjamin Schachtman The man who built hell is five-foot-six. His hair is graying and cut very short, covering his scalp like a dense patch of steel wool. His nose is bony and asymmetrical, broken in childhood—and several times since—and never quite set straight. His skin is light. His lips are…
Fifty Gorillas Paul Kavanagh There were fifty Gorillas in the jungle and we had to catch them. The Gorillas killed little boys and little girls and women and men and old men and old women. When the Gorillas needed food the Gorillas killed horses and goats and dogs. The Gorillas were always hungry and always…
