I dangled above the pronoun
& almost spanked it
from my perspective. Continue reading
Category Archives: Issue 2
Issue 2 was edited by Aaron Counts, Maya Sonenberg, and Maisha Z. Johnson.
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
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
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
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
Poetry by Shakthi Shrima
she taught you how to wriggle your hips until
the boys curdled like sour milk, told you tangency was just another
way of touching yourself. Continue reading
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
Two poems by David K Wheeler
Rumor is this devastates men. Continue reading
Poetry by Lucy E. Thornton-Berry
Fiction by Ross Hargreaves
Fred Durst: A Ghost Story Dude at the bar looks just like Fred Durst. Backward baseball cap, Red Sox now instead of Yankees. Tattoo-covered forearms. Frat-boy face with a thin sliver of goatee. Sunday afternoon: he’s the only one in the Boise, Idaho, Spearmint Rhino. Right in the middle of the bar, across from the … Continue reading
The James Franco Review 