Everything Will Fall Its Way.

by Brian Allen Carr

Toby tied another string of Black Cats to the base of the tree, his fingers working fiercely to find a loose spot in the mound, then casually granny...

Animal Needs.

by Arielle Bernstein

“If we can figure out why turtles never die, each human being could potentially live to a thousand. One thousand isn’t forever but it is a long time...

Last Days of the Projector.

by Tim Conley

 1 Where others have none, the cactus has a plan, has long had plans, for to be a cactus is not to be the lovers, who have each other, who can turn ...


Stiff Caulking.

by Christine Miscione

  Clattering of teeth after avocados rust: too much air, too little time for infantilizing the coconut meat into a speckled drink, an Azul, coc...

Index of Goodbyes.

by Peter Gibbon

  1. Routine makes the violence of monotony duller: clean the living room, study, empty the dryer watch your favourite movies she never enjoyed...

Two Poems.

by Amber McMillan

God’s Whip There’s a scientific lampoon posturing the unknown-unknown— That is, the things we do not know we don’t know, angling Our known-kno...

Three Poems.

by Phillip Matthews

  THERE IS A FIELD IN THE FIELD After the Penn State Riot   Their money illuminated. The film: There are soldiers in charge, lower soldier...

Two Poems.

by Aleah Sato

  THE WILD WOMAN Ein Mägdlein kam tin Abendglanz, Wie ich’s noch me gefunden.  {A maiden came in Evening’s glow, Such as I ne’er have met.} —Sc...


Night Vision.

by Leslie Stainton

For unto us a child is born. It is early Christmas morning, and I am fifteen years old. The big brick Episcopal church where we worship every Sunday is lit by candles, ivory candles on tall wooden masts tied to the ends of pews with red ribbons and adorned with pine sprigs. The midnight service has just ended, and we are filing out: mother and father, aunt and grandmother, brother and sister. I am wearing a dark blue corduroy pantsuit I sewed myself, with wide legs, short sleeves, a tailored bodice. Tonight, in my dark blue pantsuit, I’ve given a reading from one of Paul’s letters to the early Christians, a passage about God’s choosing to speak to us through a Son. I’ve become a regular reader at church. I have a decent voice and a theatrical presence, and I’m not afraid to get up in front of people. The …...


“The Kitchen Sink”: A Short Interview with Craig Francis Power.

by Nathaniel G. Moore

  Craig Francis Power’s debut novel, Blood Relatives (Pedlar Press, 2010), won the 2011 ReLit award. The book also garnered prize attention in Newfoundland by winning the Fresh Fish Award, The Percy Janes First Novel Award, and was shortlisted for the Winterset Award for Excellence in Writing. The following interview was conducted via e-mail in the fall of 2011.   Editor Stan Dragland on editing Blood Relatives: “My own feeling about the editing process is that you do it and then forget about it, since the book is the thing and not how it got to be what it is or who was involved.” “And mostly I concur,” says publisher Beth Follett, “Though I would like to add that Craig made a friend of Stan during the editing process, and that in itself was transformative,” she explains. “Between winning the two Unpublished Novel Awards and my reading Blood Relatives for …...