Volume 2, Issue 1 (2017)
"Down a road past mailboxes inconsolable as newly broken arms;
where a sea of Queen Ann’s lace has devoured the Starlit Farms
and a grave yard of dead mariners and their wives duck
beneath confident stalks of tiger lilies; where tall grass shadows
thatch the pavement’s wavy tangle; where wildflowers atrophy –
I asked myself, how many wrong ways can one person go?"
"Edgar’s father then turned to serious secret matters. Gargle noises accompanied complex rumbling within the deep mine of his cavernous chest. Blood-heavy sounds emerged from his heart and lungs, surrounded his tree trunk throat, flew out around his vast tongue, through his great lips, and became light and airborne like special mosquitoes or flies which usually vanished instantly, but, at this very happy time, when Edgar’s own perceptivity briefly achieved what would one day become its abiding brilliance, Edgar continued to see these words for a short while, like the opalescent residue of a burst soap bubble."
CONTEST WINNER: NOVEL EXCERPT
"Michelangelo peeled the skins of cadavers. He was searching for a deeper mystery than how muscle attaches to bone. I am searching for something more too; not just a tag to name the owner of a dog. In the dead, Michelangelo found the underpinnings for his art. I haven't yet been able to name what it is I find in these still creatures."
Customized illustrations for all published pieces are provided by Evgenia Barsheva.