It was so quiet in Ray’s house he could hear the popping of bubbles in his seltzer can and the hot water boiling in the radiators. It was so quiet in the house he even heard the houseplant squeak as a new leaf inched closer to unfurling from the base. A swift gulp from Read More…
Photography by Amanda Rioux
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Succession Silhouette by Mariah Horvitz
Selected Poems from The Flint by Stephanie Paquette LeBlanc
Plastic Over Paper You said we needed milk. We went to Red’s on Brayton Ave. I asked if I could go in with you. “No,” you said. “I’ll be quick,” you said. You weren’t quick. You came back and went to the back of the van with a bag. The bag was brown. Brown? Read More…
Wolf King Prologue by Aidan Danforth
The medieval world is a land of opportunity and power. Within that land lies many conflicts, both internal and external, that can result in the rise or fall for anyone who wishes to change their world. The unknown land of “The Wolf King” houses ten provinces, each housed by one lord whose task is to Read More…
Back to Beirut by Ghenwa Elkhoury
“Book the quickest ticket and get out of there”, his panicked voice says over the breaking line, “it’s not worth it”. But it is worth it. Anyone who has ever experienced a Mediterranean sunset from a mountain’s peak in Laklouk would know, every damn second is worth it. You get there two days before Read More…
364 Days by Barbara Gurgel
We were not “meant” to be together. Fuck that notion. I rage against the thought That our love was, somehow, Written in the stars. The stars look cold and far away. We are warm, We are here. I love you because I wanted to. I staked out my claim on your flesh With my own Read More…
The Ordinary World by Barbara Gurgel
Afghanistan was a place that Seth Smith would later try to forget. It wasn’t the heat that bothered him the most – despite the lame jokes that civilians liked to make when they learned he’d been deployed. The worst part was the sand. It got in his ears, in his food, in his gear. Read More…
Hungry Love by Barbara Gurgel
Like the ffft of an arrow shot Secondary to its sharp bite but Startling and filled with life Filling me with life Filling the world’s doughy center Sort of like Boston creme Like truffle oil on pasta Making every other taste Fade momentarily away Drawing all focus Even when regarded immaterial Read More…