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Colour
by Kristi Ross Another day in this northern city. Even at noon the light is too diffuse to cast a shadow. For months this grey-brown winter has soaked into her skin, layering loneliness and sadness, conjuring up memories of loss. When she thinks of him, the planes of his face and the set of his Continue reading
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Leaving a Wake
by Lori Erickson The drone of well over a hundred voices alive with muffled energy skirmished with a warbled recording of “Amazing Grace.” Finely tailored adults mingled and chatted in small clusters around the large hall. Jewelry sparkled; perfume sometimes danced with, sometimes collided with the aroma of freshly cut flowers. An occasional laugh leapt Continue reading
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Two Poems by Lisa Delan
Poet and how will you feelknees on the groundeye level to the void whereyou must clamp coerce cut compress coax the fat resin of each phraseholding its howl swallowing its oncevoluptuous breath words braided into tight-plait wire straining against cylindric steel whose friction-singed sidesblister syntax scathed flesh of sentencesforming slim scarsas you blow ash across Continue reading
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A Flower, Not a Tree
by Huina Zheng Lin SongBai is a girl, but her name always makes people think she’s a boy. Lin means forest, Song is pine, and Bai is cypress. A fortune teller once said she lacked the wood element, so her parents named her this. She didn’t like it. Her parents tried to comfort her: pine Continue reading
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Honey
by Jean-Paul Thuot I am not one who praysthe way bees to and fromthe field of golden flowersdo not pray After the sun has passed beyondthe far trees, and dewbegins collecting in thepregnant air Moon rising on her coursesilent as a sail on unshippedseas, velvet brocadeof her passing In all of this — the bees, Continue reading
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Two Poems by Julie Allyn Johnson
ArcticPolar bear reclines on the ground beneath me,stretches out white and still on his long & lovely spine,in need of touch,in want of connection.Head tilted to the side, eyes closed,he reaches out his paw; perches it looselyon my upper arm, holds it there—holds it.And I rub his white fur,his jolly belly. My soothing ministrationsundo him Continue reading
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Photography by John Sklba
John Sklba grew up around cameras and loved art and its imaginative possibilities from a young age. He currently resides somewhere around Memphis. Continue reading
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Artwork by Ben Tellie
Ben Tellie is an artist, educator, consultant, and doctoral candidate whose artwork investigates inner emotional states and socially traumatic histories. He teaches Art and Design at Charles E. Smith Jewish Day School and is pursuing an Ed.D. at The George Washington University. His writing appears in the Journal of the American Association for the Advancement… Continue reading
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Some personal news
by Jeffrey Heath I am the featured poet in the latest issue of Neologism Poetry Journal for my poem “Dali, On His Deathbed, Dreams of Lorca (w/ Olives)”. I hope you’ll check it out. Jeffrey Heath, Founding Editor, EIC – January House Literary Journal Continue reading
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Cursed Candy
by Jaron Weidner She knew it was wrong. She knew she could get in terrible trouble, but Emily could not stop thinking about the giant bag of candy that her mother had left on the kitchen table. Her eyes glimmered from the moonlight that came through the window above the sink, but her vision was Continue reading
January House Literary Journal 