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On Your Drive to Dexter St.

Issue No. 269 ~ October, 2019

You Remember…   Grandpa Victor telling you that possibilities are like Poland.   That he said this because just like the realm of possibility has borders that shrink with age, he’d lived to see the borders of Poland be divided and divested, a broken wishbone …

Passages

Issue No. 268 ~ September, 2019

Openings lead to openings in darkness, miles below. They shovel ore into steel bins pulled to the surface and dumped, hour after hour, day after day. Clink clink go their mattocks and picks. No one knows the time. Years ago, many years ago it must …

Oh Rats

Issue No. 267 ~ August, 2019

1/ The animal: I am 10 or 11, and we have 2 pet rats: Ren and Stimpy. Both are large, soft, and white with butterscotch patches. Sweet, as I didn’t know rats could be. They like to perch on our shoulders like furry parrots, rushing …

The Bell

Issue No. 264 ~ May, 2019

Robert, the stalwart woodsman, fought desperately to fend off the monsters. Their strong bodies leaped at him over and over. As they came at him, his thoughts were of his love, Juniper, and the light that shone from her face.

Is This How We Live?

Issue No. 262 ~ March, 2019

I hear the water first. Weaving through the woods, molecules in the millions, connected and splitting, crisscrossing currents. Water toward which my soul always wanders, and I wonder the questions elicited by currents running through my mind, slipping through my fingers: what is weight, worth, …

Beached Whale

Issue No. 260 ~ January, 2019

Beneath a gazebo, wearing a canary housedress, her matted hair having outlived numerous stylists, an old woman catalogs the skeletons of her lifetime. Joining her on the short arm of an L-shaped bench, I ask, “You got somebody here?” “They’re all spread out.” She gestures …

The Reading

Issue No. 258 ~ November, 2018

The hotel concierge was kind enough to point me in the right direction. Despite the concept that I believed all roads were connected, I have been turned around more than once in the city. I took an early train from upstate, had arrived early enough …

Drowning In Thirty Seconds

Issue No. 253 ~ June, 2018

One With a gulp, the lake swallows us up. I hold my breath, feeling our bodies sink. His is the heavier, dragging us both down, pulling us towards the tangled weeds underneath. I hold fast to his belt-strap, my fist straining to keep a grip …

Lake Como Stopover

Issue No. 251 ~ April, 2018

The woman seated across from me resembled a series of geometric shapes, painted in primary colours—red, yellow, blue—and floating around each other as if suspended in air. The fruits of light and shade, perhaps. Or more correctly, the space-cake—somehow maintained in one piece on the …

Four Days After Carrie Fisher Died

Issue No. 250 ~ March, 2018

  I am sitting at the table in a cheap hotel off Conz Street. There is football on the TV, but I do not know who’s playing. I have taken all the money out of our bank account and talked my way into a hotel …