by Michael Bazzett | Jun 9, 2014
It was a pale imitation of justice, but all in all we agreed the testimony rang true. Outside, the shadows of the houses swallowed the shadows of the pigeons without flinching. Some things are easier to absorb than others, said the judge, using white gloves and what...
by Melissa Stein | Jun 1, 2014
Mink stoles and sparkling eyes—sparkling, really—and hair curled to nearly edible precision, and the pale satin taut across the bust and the compact waist, from which flared a modest skirt, with a brooch somewhere, and a flower, and the dapper companion in natty suit...
by James Grabill | May 25, 2014
Hendrix jamming at the edge of volcanic expansion in the ‘60s skips ahead to 2039 night-swimming through the fossil-flamed continuum. As crow wings open and close over more than we know of loss or gain, the collaborative intensity of cells revolves around food enough...
by Mike White | May 17, 2014
And then, after asking for silence, and for silence please, and for silence way in the back please, he made of the many fishes (churning silver in the brimful baskets) just one irrefutable fish, size of a single loaf of bread, and the mouths of the multitude watered,...
by Kateri Lanthier | May 9, 2014
Crocuses, you’re down there somewhere, but, sorry to say, I forgot you existed. The New Ferocity gave me brain-freeze; the continent a crystal skull of ice. Across a gyre of debris-field waves, your imperial purple has been dredged from floods....
by Michael Bazzett | May 1, 2014
He wore a slightly rumpled shirt, its placket buttoned off by one so a triangle of cloth flapped loose over his belt buckle. It struck me this was possibly a studied move meant to indicate joie de vivre. He set his coffee down with a clack, sat in the chair opposite...
