Fruit Fight

By Russell Richardson “Did you fuck with my fruit?” my wife called through the open bathroom doorway. We had long ago abandoned the formality of shutting the door when doing our business. […]

‘Howling’ and other poems

By Jon Carter peaceful nothing downtown sidewalkpeople walk bytalkingsmilingbrightignorant /happy teethunwilling to acknowledge that no easy thingslive in the chestand nothingmeaningfullivesout of it, beyond thema dying elm tree standsagainst the street,ideas like […]


By: Kevin Criscione Like ghost ships passing in the night or dark-hued mountains in the distance, each call a portal to a different untouchable world into which I was only offered a […]

Secret Hand

By: Edward Wells One.  Names, on the other hand, are precise, unambiguous; one might even say rigid, fixed, unalterable, certainly inelastic. They are not the same thing, however. In the upper right […]