Fading

Hands, Katherine Rogers Shannon wipes her hands down the front of her apron. She has nine rooms left on this floor, and she’s supposed to be off work in two hours. She pushes her cleaning cart out of room 311 and…

Categories: Fiction, VOLUME VII

It Was the Summer

Say a Prayer, Mikaela Rae Atiogue After Neil Hilborn I ate nothing but apple slices & eggs, hard-boiled, lightly salted. It was the summer of forgetting. The summer of scrubbing my tongue until it bled. Trying to get that taste out…

Categories: Poetry, VOLUME VII

Your Name is a Splinter

We Sleep the Same, Kate Drakulic Your name is a splinter, an ice-breaker a loop of pearly fog.  Your nineteen are kill notches  scratched with an accurate slope on a buttstock, a perfect shooting range for Cupid. I’m slightly in…

Categories: Poetry, VOLUME VII