Category Archives: Issue Two | Fall 2012

Slow Burn | Christopher Ripley

Smokey spring air nipped at my nose, ripened with curious stink. Not far, an old man chewed on a thick cigar. He sat perched on the rear bumper of his car. I headed his way.

Slow Burn | Christopher Ripley

Smokey spring air nipped at my nose, ripened with curious stink. Not far, an old man chewed on a thick cigar. He sat perched on the rear bumper of his car. I headed his way.

Smoking in Rented Rooms | Sinta Jimenez

It’s early April in Philadelphia but the air still hangs frigid with the hollow wind of East Coast winter. We run together through the scumbag streets.

Smoking in Rented Rooms | Sinta Jimenez

It’s early April in Philadelphia but the air still hangs frigid with the hollow wind of East Coast winter. We run together through the scumbag streets.

Wordplays | Linda Heartlein

RUG – The color of Grandma’s was brown. She told us it didn’t have to be cleaned as much. The card table’s feet sunk into it as I leaned my elbows next to the now vowel-ridden tray in front of me.

Wordplays | Linda Heartlein

RUG – The color of Grandma’s was brown. She told us it didn’t have to be cleaned as much. The card table’s feet sunk into it as I leaned my elbows next to the now vowel-ridden tray in front of me.

Aggie Lane | Kelly Bell

The baby is red faced and his hair is stuck to his head. The backs of my legs are soaking wet as I get out of the car, even though the air conditioner has been on full blast.

Aggie Lane | Kelly Bell

The baby is red faced and his hair is stuck to his head. The backs of my legs are soaking wet as I get out of the car, even though the air conditioner has been on full blast.

Power Outage | Ursula Villarreal-Moura

As I cross the strip mall parking lot back to my car, digging through my bag for my phone, I’m distracted by the marled swirl of pale purple clouds overhead.

Power Outage | Ursula Villarreal-Moura

As I cross the strip mall parking lot back to my car, digging through my bag for my phone, I’m distracted by the marled swirl of pale purple clouds overhead.

When Toxic Things Shimmer | Cynthia Ann Schemmer

Jeremy’s cabin in the Catskills was small, wooden and russet brown. It was also covered in mouse shit. “You could use some cat skills around here,” I joked, because that’s what I do when I’m nervous.

When Toxic Things Shimmer | Cynthia Ann Schemmer

Jeremy’s cabin in the Catskills was small, wooden and russet brown. It was also covered in mouse shit. “You could use some cat skills around here,” I joked, because that’s what I do when I’m nervous.

Solitary | Lindsey Plocek

Father Robinson stabbed a nun to death with a box cutter, burying his bloody sin beneath an altar cloth where she lay bearing thirty-some incisions shaped into an inverted cross. I saw him once.

Solitary | Lindsey Plocek

Father Robinson stabbed a nun to death with a box cutter, burying his bloody sin beneath an altar cloth where she lay bearing thirty-some incisions shaped into an inverted cross. I saw him once.