VOLUME IV
The Noon of Thought
Still Air, Shareefah Pereira It was almost 2:00 a.m., the latest I’d stayed up in years, when I pinched the bridge of my nose and pushed the heels…
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VOLUME IVUnpalatable
Interlocked, Roma Rarikh Vivienne warns that the red is too dry. You cannot stomach this, she says. He says, that’s a risk I’ll take. The restaurant is small,…
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VOLUME IVTexas Spiral
Popcorn, Karlen Lambert I (White Sands) I remember the motorcycle gang At White Sands— They pawed the dust Searching for something they couldn’t yet speak of In…
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VOLUME IVSecret Meeting Notes
Golgi, Soren Carlson-Donohue [Trigger Warning: depictions of violence and gore] Trout 1 About 1,300 Words Copyright 2014 James A. Trout. 5800 West Friendly Ave. Greensboro NC, 27410 [email protected] Secret Meeting…
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VOLUME IVAt the Gas Station With My Mother
Chalkboard, Brendan Hunt [Trigger Warning: brief depictions of animal abuse] I am sitting outside of my middle school, clutching my phone in my hand. I am feverish. I clutch my chest…
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VOLUME IVHurricane Katrina Had Left the Door Open for the Boys
Wave, Selena Kim 1 He fed us silver in the attic again. All afternoon our blonde stomachs dreamt of rain. Grandpa said we’d left the door open.…
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VOLUME IVMimosa Pudica
In Orbit, Marilyn Smith I. This is the good part of the story. Every July we drove to the shore in our creaky white minivan to visit my great…
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VOLUME IVDancing to Death
Limitations, Grace Tobin Shortly after my dad shot and killed himself I visited my mom at the Town Tavern. She looked like a vampire, drained, rejecting life-giving blood from…
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VOLUME IVTranshuman Microfiction
A New World of Light, Jacob Fisher Transhumanism the belief or theory that the human race can evolve beyond its current physical and mental limitations, especially by means…
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VOLUME IVMeditation at St. Thomas of Aquinas
The Sound of Silence (Austria), Taylor Hedge Kneeling, I look up at Christ strung up on wires slowly swinging over the head of the priest the center…
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VOLUME IVFalling in Love With the Red Priest
Hand, Kaitlyn Fitzgerald “I don’t like Bach,” I complained, lowering my bow. I was fourteen and feeling contrary. My teacher Jeannie, seated at the piano, turned slowly to…
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Poetry, VOLUME IVMetastasis
Blue, Linnea Schurig Dana Scully had copper hair and wasn’t afraid of God or strangeness, but Gillian Anderson’s hair is blonde so maybe I’m not really sure who it…