Poetry by Cody Pherigo
Issue 2 / Poetry

Poetry by Cody Pherigo

I dangled above the pronoun

& almost spanked it

from my perspective. Continue reading

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Fiction by Dian Parker
Fiction / Issue 2

Fiction by Dian Parker

Stones in Translation Insects eat sage and rabbit bush. Snakes and lizards eat insects and other snakes and lizards. Bobcats eat rats and mice. Rats and mice eat snake eggs and lizard eggs. Wolves and coyotes eat jackrabbits, rats, and mice. Hawks and owls eat any small animals they can catch; vultures eat the dead. … Continue reading

Poetry by Carol Bachofner
Issue 2 / Poetry

Poetry by Carol Bachofner

Living On, a prose sonnet Indian Canyon, Agua Caliente Reserve 1992 From a waterfall 12 feet straight down, into two feet of water 2. Swept off like leaves ready to die 3. Never thought about death then. Never thought about life then. All the same to me 4. Carried to safety by a Paiute, a … Continue reading

Fiction by Joseph Sloan
Fiction / Issue 2

Fiction by Joseph Sloan

Sammy Proctor was one weird motherfucker. He couldn’t even try to kill himself like a normal person. Sammy tried to overdose on weed, which is the first and only time I’ve heard of someone trying to go out that way. I guess he listened to the lectures on how it was a dangerous drug and took them a little too seriously. It didn’t work, obviously, so he tried to hang himself from a pipe in our room using his belt. That didn’t work either. The pipe broke and caused a flood. I wasn’t too happy about the whole thing because a) half my stuff was ruined, and b) it was my weed. Continue reading

Poetry by Dante Di Stefano
Issue 2 / Poetry

Poetry by Dante Di Stefano

   Stephen Hawking Warns Artificial Intelligence Could End Mankind   There is no algorithm to explain away suffering or to reanimate the skitter a leaf makes as it crosses a boyhood memory of idleness, and the most disturbing part of the brain turned positronic is that indolence would dwindle or be rewritten with code, but … Continue reading

Nonfiction by Katie Holiday
Issue 2 / Nonfiction

Nonfiction by Katie Holiday

We held Molotov Cocktail Nights for only three consecutive Fridays. We were all somewhere around eighteen give or take. On the first, Chris spray-painted a concrete bridge pylon with the black outline of a Christmas tree. He was always drawing Christmas trees. He swiped his favorite number in the center: 1225. The paint dribbled. Continue reading