Category Archives: Issue Four | Spring 2013

The Bumps in the Wall | Christian Berk

I lie in my bed and I think about things. The sheets are soft and warm, but they’re starting to smell a little like me and that’s my sign that I should probably wash them soon.

The Bumps in the Wall | Christian Berk

I lie in my bed and I think about things. The sheets are soft and warm, but they’re starting to smell a little like me and that’s my sign that I should probably wash them soon.

I’ve Killed Us, Mother | Garrett Dennert

I hadn’t wanted pus from her left eye to dampen the orange feathers below her dented beak, hadn’t expected to see her wings, held high and tight seconds before, sprawled across summer-dried grass and fallen bits of straw from her nest.

I’ve Killed Us, Mother | Garrett Dennert

I hadn’t wanted pus from her left eye to dampen the orange feathers below her dented beak, hadn’t expected to see her wings, held high and tight seconds before, sprawled across summer-dried grass and fallen bits of straw from her nest.

You Are Safe | Erica McKeehen

When I was younger, my dad always said he had eyes in the back of his head. And I reluctantly believed him. Just like I believed that shaking a gallon of milk before pouring it made it taste better.

You Are Safe | Erica McKeehen

When I was younger, my dad always said he had eyes in the back of his head. And I reluctantly believed him. Just like I believed that shaking a gallon of milk before pouring it made it taste better.

Telling it Straight | R. A. Lubowitz

Dear reader, I have a confession to make, a crime that has been weighing on me. I am in fact Carl Lewis. The famous African-American sprinter. No, I’m not. But I’m African-American.

Telling it Straight | R. A. Lubowitz

Dear reader, I have a confession to make, a crime that has been weighing on me. I am in fact Carl Lewis. The famous African-American sprinter. No, I’m not. But I’m African-American.

Lipstick in China; The Back of the Head of Beijing | Adriene Lilly

I’ve stopped doing whatever it was I was doing and am staring at a white coffee mug with a pink lipstick stain across the rim. I can’t remember anything about what I might have been doing before because I can’t stop staring at the lipstick.

Lipstick in China; The Back of the Head of Beijing | Adriene Lilly

I’ve stopped doing whatever it was I was doing and am staring at a white coffee mug with a pink lipstick stain across the rim. I can’t remember anything about what I might have been doing before because I can’t stop staring at the lipstick.

Crying in a Mall | Adriene Lilly

I’m coming down an escalator in a shopping mall in Beijing when I see a girl crying on the black sofa in the waiting area of a Cantonese restaurant. She is blotting her eyes with a tissue. Her makeup isn’t

Crying in a Mall | Adriene Lilly

I’m coming down an escalator in a shopping mall in Beijing when I see a girl crying on the black sofa in the waiting area of a Cantonese restaurant. She is blotting her eyes with a tissue. Her makeup isn’t

The Contender & Proclamation | Peter E. Murphy

The Contender Wasn’t it young Johnny Malloy who, zipping up and putting his pecker away after the circle jerk under the Crossbay Bridge, said that Father Smith was queer? Young Johnny Malloy who beat up his old man after his

The Contender & Proclamation | Peter E. Murphy

The Contender Wasn’t it young Johnny Malloy who, zipping up and putting his pecker away after the circle jerk under the Crossbay Bridge, said that Father Smith was queer? Young Johnny Malloy who beat up his old man after his

Choice; Lost and Found | Robin Silbergleid

I collect baby clothes. Pink socks the size of my finger, yellow onesies swimming with ducks, eyelet hats that tie under the chin. They sleep tucked in my bedside table.

Choice; Lost and Found | Robin Silbergleid

I collect baby clothes. Pink socks the size of my finger, yellow onesies swimming with ducks, eyelet hats that tie under the chin. They sleep tucked in my bedside table.