by Colin James | Sep 7, 2021 | Issue #2, Issues
Amid parallel running tracksin the north of England,we workers saw their endingas appurtenances in railway yards.I asked the most forthright,was this a truth then?His answer “I don’t know, Mate.”And I loved him for it. Colin James has a couple of...
by Megan Riggle | Sep 7, 2021 | Issue #2, Issues
with her wry grin—a smile that curled the lips even as the rest...
by Damien Posterino | Sep 7, 2021 | Issue #2, Issues
I hold a catastrophe in my hands.I make a tight cup to stop it struggling out.It builds panic for an army marching,frightened boys fake bravery,their tears parachuting to death.Missiles of burning birthday balloonscelebrate this cult of our making,rivers of blood...
by Melody Wang | Sep 7, 2021 | Issue #2, Issues
the air was still. On his knees,arms grimy up to the elbows,the old man squinted to surveyuntouched terrain. His steady handwiped off a trickle of sweat, and I watchedas he cut inch-thick tubes of copperfor another void-filling project. Hundredsof tiny, bleached...
by Daniel J. Flosi | Sep 7, 2021 | Issue #2, Issues
i. Sea winds foam sea hymns we disappear...
by PS Nolf | Sep 7, 2021 | Issue #2, Issues
Aerosol adhesive from the spray gun blows−the polyurethane parts marchingfront and back andfront and back−green and orange hummingbirds in her lungs,nights working the manufacturing line,days doused with drugs and dead dreams.Broken Buddhas line her window sill. Upon...
