Issue 12 / Winter 2018 Stretching out in front of me were seemingly endless rows of wooden fences and walls of stone, brick, and cinder block. I guessed that they were sample sections, each one perhaps ten feet long, so densely packed together that from where I...
Issue 11 / Fall 2017 Cheryl stood over the grocery store cooler, the fluorescent lights reflected off the plastic wrapped meat. She had ten miraculous dollars left in the grocery budget and after endless ground beef casseroles Tim deserved a steak. She ran her...
Issue 11 / Fall 2017 In the summer you can really feel the grain fields nearby—stalks bobbing in the breeze making ripples in the warm air. You see cobblestone alleys and facades of magenta stone like recurring visual cues to let you know that this is where you...
Issue 11 / Fall 2017 I say yes! Sí! It’s true! Es la verdad! The World Cup is coming to our little desert paradise! We love our basketball, but we love our soccer just the same! For us it’s life, for them it’s just a game. The people are dancing in the avenue...
Issue 10 / Summer 2017 Y needs the ocean the way a thirsty tree welcomes a storm, lapping up waves even as they batter her, unraveling a thread here, a whole seam there. Too fast the water, the angry tide that comes and comes, while she stands ready to jump or...
Issue 10 / Summer 2017 It was a dog—or at least, it was once. The decaying carcass of a massive wolfhound lay right in front of them, covered in pine branches. The bulbous eyes and long teeth protruded from sunken flesh, and the tongue was a swollen stub,...
