Deconstruct by Ron Riekki

Deconstruct by Ron Riekki

“There’s no running water.”  He points.  At the water, as if to say, there it is.  “It’s trickling out.”  “Just press harder.”  “I did.  It’s not coming out.  Not where it’s useable.”  “We don’t have sinks here.”  “Aren’t...
Body Surfing with Bruce Jacobs

Body Surfing with Bruce Jacobs

Body Surfing In a glass dish on my desk, a candle flame heaves its way toward nothing. This life is a thick swim. Invisible water, with the grainy cling of earth. Its spherical touch sealed around my skin. The naked trees know, awash in poured fog that sinks through...
Squall

Squall

by Sarah Dickenson Snyder On the cusp of summerthe snow looks weary, reluctant.  We have goneover a cliff’s edge like the dream I had last night,my car veering off the road,  almost too frighteningto write down.  My mind swerves awayas I wish the car had, wish...