Issue II: Sprouts

Patrick Crawley Derek sat at his desk, filling out the paperwork to get a customer sent their replacement credit card. Suddenly he felt...

Mia Huerta She washed up on the riverbank about two miles away from where she was dropped. And thank goodness for that; if it had been...

Kate Maxlow Like any Starbucks card-carrying basic mother in her middle-ish years, Cherie knows that if she and Taylor Swift ever meet,...

David Hutto Apple of my eye you would be, Emilia, you would be, but I never met you. If I only dreamed you, I dreamed you as tall, thin...

Alan Swyer Steve Adler wasn't the least bit surprised when he received a text from a former screenwriting student named Jerry Berman,...

Huina Zheng She reread the news report. A hospital in City A claimed the lead levels were normal, while one 300 kilometers away in City B...

Gregory Smith I was driving home from work late one night. I was a few minutes later than usual because Ralph, one of my co-workers,...

John RC Potter There once was a dance club in Indonesia; it was called Tanamur (but, alas, it is no more)… The disco beat. The Jakarta...

John RC Potter Memories. Those distant days. The sun. The sea. The beach. The view. And of course, the music, the Christmas music: Merry...

Bob McAfee My fancy French-doored refrigerator is dying, in stages: six months ago he lost his ice cream, several weeks gone I noticed,...

Bob McAfee A man walks into a bar, rough day at his life, looking for a laugh, someone to amuse, better yet, someone to listen while he...

Bob McAfee Did you know the pristine snow that falls today once was bathwater from the Sultan’s seraglio… tomorrow, forming the...

Ben Nardolilli Comments about a breath are spreading, whose? Not mine, I hold onto it as long as I can while the talk still remains stuck...

Ben Nardolilli The requirement is that you are a fan Of something not held in the closet Under your skin and bones, No matter what gets...

Jack Tricarico Something in my eye made the print red Reading about an extendable body Because space provides outlines And time does tend...

Jack Tricarico The gray stripe of your face At low speed circumspection Isn’t the place for pinpoint aura analysis On the ruined page...

Scott Sharpe Barbie danced naked on the edge of the hot tub. We laughed. The sun was setting over the block wall. I popped Barbie's head...

Scott Sharpe The eggs appear through a drip line, watery and saltless; sausage tastes like chemo: metallic spice on a plastic tray....

Scott Sharpe Dateline: 7th Grade Re: Love Location: Home Economics class Her name: Cindy Her last name lost— like that night's homework....

Jeffrey Zable I am so sorry that my poems made you feel sad. I would never want anyone to feel sadness as a result of something I’d...