January by Jason Irwin

January by Jason Irwin

They say it will end badly—this happily-ever-after we’ve created out of a truckload of books & kitchenware,second-hand chairs & yellowed photographs. The present, they say, is all that matters,but how did we arrive here; & what of the past— those dark...
Exponents / Opponents by Elijah Burrell

Exponents / Opponents by Elijah Burrell

Eli Burrell is one of my favorite magazine contributors (Issue 2). We have almost nothing in common. He plays guitar, I smash them. He trims his face hair so neatly. I tend to look like a geranium after shaving. He believes in God. I believe in Chef Boyardee. He is...

Jessica Lynn Dotson’s Seeing Distance

“I have long spent a lot of time out in the middle of the woods with my camera. I think my desire to then begin taking portraits sprang from a strong dislike of the work I saw coming from male photographers. The art I saw coming from them felt extemely flat and...
The Christmas Drone by Steve Nickman

The Christmas Drone by Steve Nickman

My son bought himself an earlyChristmas present. In the cold sunny graveyardnear my condo he unpacked his drone,an unthreatening gray plastic boxno bigger than a bible, with fourinnocent legs. He set it down on the path,attached his cell phone to its remoteto show us...
Solstice by Jenny Keith

Solstice by Jenny Keith

Nothing but taillights for miles, the red pain receding day by day but still a low throb of grief. My feet are not yet cold. The air blues and cools, a heavy velvet front of cloud descends. This is the end of my waiting, I tell myself day after day. This is the last....