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The poem is not the words though the poem is made of words
by Hilary Sallick This morning a silver cat appeared outside my window its second visit in two daysIt stepped from the roofof my neighbor’s shedto the trunk of the mulberry where it clungagainst gravity raptby the nearness of a squirrel downward-hanging easyin its tree The catheld on and met those eyes with its ownThen the… Continue reading
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Jaundice Baby
by Sukayna Davanzo Sunflowers but not their seeds. Sunsets, sunrises, the sun, some brands of suntan lotion. Bananas, vanilla cake, the inside of a mango. Melted butter, melted butter dripped over fried cauliflower, finished with a squeeze of lemon. Gold, hay, most corn, maybe wheat, pineapples. My favorite bottle of lemon-scented Lysol. The stereotypical rain… Continue reading
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Artwork by Shane Camoin
Shane Camoin, a second generation American, was born in Los Angeles and raised in Salt Lake City. Along with winning awards for creative writing and visual arts, Shane has lectured on language and identity at symposiums and conferences throughout Asia, Europe, and North America. Continue reading
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On the Matter of Blue
by Renuka Raghavan Sapna wore the dress because Maa altered the seams and blue had always been to her a sensible color. It was the color of notebooks and municipal buses, of things meant to last through the day without drawing attention. In the hotel ballroom, the blue multiplied, a banner near the podium, the… Continue reading
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Girl With Blue Glasses by Ernest Langston
Ernest Langston was awarded a 2025 Artist Trust fellowship. His short stories have appeared in Litro Magazine, Oyster River Pages, and other publications. Ernest’s artwork has been accepted at Art Week, The Ana, Pictura Journal, The Vagabond’s Verse Literary Magazine, Gallerium Art Exhibitions’ 3rd Annual People 2025 Exhibition, Gallerium and The Book of Arts’ 3rd… Continue reading
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Aubade With First Responder
by Edward Lineberry Bernard takes us to the wrong hotelthe one without the homeless campthe one beyond pedestrian reach,but he resets with aplomb and finds Little Italy, our Christmasmorning home, the slim canyons beside the highway rendered chaste,free again of tents and their humancargo. No marine layer, no clouds:the San Diego sun scales the mesa,a… Continue reading
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Elementary Divination
by Amanda Ashworth In fifth grade, I got in trouble for reading palms at school. I read about it in a book my mom brought home from Goodwill, The Mysteries of the Universe. It was a big hardback book, the cover flecked with stars. Inside: pyramids, ley lines, haunted castles, the meanings of dreams, and—most… Continue reading
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New Moon Story
by Matthew Mulligan We met in a gravel parking lot and she took me to a hole in the fence that we slipped through and sat by the river. The sun and the moon were both in the sky and we smoked cigarettes and told each other about versions of ourselves that we thought might… Continue reading
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In Indiana
by Amy L Cornell I have checked out at Kroger and realized I had forgotten something. I double back to grab what I need so I can head home. I leave my cart full of paid groceries at the front of the store and wend my way back to the aisles. I pause at the… Continue reading
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The Epitome of Marriage
by Ashley Kirkland My husband tells memy hair isn’t curly. It’s wavy. Says I don’tclean the house. I tidy. Like I’m some woodland creature in a cartoon. What’s weird is I clean constantly, curls swinging wildly downmy back. I wonder if this isn’t the epitomeof marriage after a decade(or flash, I can’t tell): saying the… Continue reading
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