Prose
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Somebody, Please Think of the Children
by Rebecca Klassen I haven’t seen him since he was a boy, and even though he has his back to me, I recognize him in my headlights. It’s his oblong head and right-angle-ears that ring familiar. He staggers from alcohol, lurching off the end of the pavement onto the country lane. The national speed limit Continue reading
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Sundowning
by Nathaniel Krenkel The green plate rests in my lap. “Imagine how much this would cost in a restaurant.” Under different circumstances, I’d say something rude—the snarky son—but for now, I stay silent and force another bite of the walnut and raspberry buckwheat pancake. “Susie, you’re boy is here,” he says. My mother’s head remains Continue reading
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Inbox
by Niles Reddick Sartre believed hell was other people, and he may have been right, although he hallucinated crabs followed him around Paris. He didn’t have an Inbox. My Inbox is hell—all life’s annoyances dinging in on me daily even after they’ve been blocked, even after I’ve unsubscribed (though I’d never subscribed): the good neighbor Continue reading
January House Literary Journal 