Aug 2025 / ISSUE 48

Dead Things

by Juliane Bergmann

A woman wrote me an email.
She told me to fuck off.
Called me a hypocrite for saying I loved trees…

Snag

by Corina Oana

the creeping flame of the life-threatening virus flanked my 50th july / as if to seal the permanent loss of my monthly blood. / it stole my taste / parched my…

Salvation for Beginners

by Brigitte Watson

The wall was all she needed and words like needed were too dangerous to mess around with. She had to watch it. Do not use that word again, she told herself…

Blue Vinyl Bed

by Bryan Webster

Opening the door, I slide behind the big steering wheel of the old pickup. The ‘63 Chevy didn't come with power steering, so the steering wheel is huge….

Shortage

by Stacey A. Gibson

There is a shortage of people who teach children. 
There is a shortage of people to fight fires in Los Angeles….

Lightness as a variable

by Aeris Wren

Darkness is a quiet character, a black consuming presence of silent noise, sharpening our senses for the dullest of motions, the trickle of action. But…