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The 31st of October in Locust, Maine
Amanda Cecelia LangI don’t remember my birth-town. But as this road unwinds its final miles through an autumn-spiced forest of crimson oaks and golden locusts, a sense of returning home rises in me like shivery warmth and candy-corn bile. A signpost waits in the overgrowth ahead. Welcome to Locust, Maine, population 1,313 The splintered sign slumps sideways […]
In the Light, In the Night, In the Dark
Joe BaumannThe sound of the front door opening and closing yanks them both from sleep and they are out of the bed, pulling on the sweatpants and jeans pooled on the floor, faster than their bodies can wake. They are the kind of men who don’t keep up with tasks of simple cleanliness, even now, in […]
The Doomsday Book of Labyrinths
LM ZaerrIf Crispin wanted to buy a labyrinth (and he didn’t), Flat Rainbows was the shop he’d choose. Rainbows should be flat, easy to measure with calipers, each straight strand the same length as all the others. It would be a pleasure to assess the taxes here. He expected a polished floor, a goateed shopkeeper, well-maintained […]
A Strongly Worded Letter to the Fungus on My Pinky Toe
Ryan ColeDon’t date a fungus, my sister had tried to warn me. Too eager, too needy, too much of a chance it would smother my body in smelly gray peach fuzz, stealing all the love I was desperate to give it. All true, in the end. On my right foot, at least. My pinky-toe dewy and […]
Blood Flees Our Mouths
Elliot LeGrangeClay County, Illinois April 4, 2017 My whistling dies on my tongue the second a familiar scream rips through the trees. It comes again before I’ve extricated myself from the briars of the Ghost Woods’ treeline, and dropping my school library copy of Of Mice and Men and a ziplock baggie of foraged morels, I […]
In The Deep, We Find The Stars
Cassiopeia GatmaitanThe sea off Dapit-Hapon holds untold magic. That much I’ve always known. When I was small enough to fit in the crook between her lap and her belly, Mama would tell me of the enchanted waters and the secrets they hold, her golden shell necklace warm against my cheek as she spoke of the sirena […]
Exploding Head Syndrome
A.P. Thayer“Mine.” The word claws me away from the consoling tentacles of dreams, and I’m wide awake, sitting bolt upright on the couch. I hunt for the source of the sound. The apartment is completely silent. My chest is heaving as I gulp down air. My blood is rushing in my ears. But there’s no one […]