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Quarry by Lisa J Cihlar She forgives the prodigal fox. She lives her life fearless. Her friends are all rabbits hunkered in the weeds and under hanging rose canes drooping from the last storm. She is the fox, nosing among the phlox and tomatoes, plucking bittersweet strings. She reads the weather report on the sunflower leaves. It will continue dry now with pollen floating on morning fog. It makes her sneeze and her eyes drippy. She smells the jaws. She smells the meat on the rusted spring. She pees on the metal spike twisted into the loam. She drops a stick and snap. She steals the meal and head high delivers it home. Home is a fissure in the limestone. |
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Sparking a Sneeze by Gill Hoffs Sparking a Sneeze by Gill Hoffs I asked her about it in the schoolyard, the rough white bandage covering the accident of her marriage, tapes cordoning off the scene of the crime. Two fingers held together, for better or worse, for sickness, for poorer, for a few weeks more at least. Our children bouncing into the school, us hoping they wouldn't get married, wouldn't feel torn. Torn up inside, torn between decisions, torn between self and other. |
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Ghost by James Graham |
Letters to my Grandmother by Annette Volfing |
Again by Annette Vulfing |
Roses by Annette Volfing |
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Wolf's choice of language--simple yet potent--mirrors the poem's core idea of a standstill. The imagery of the past and future pressing "in against now" as a "single point" vividly encapsulates the feeling of being trapped in the present, unable to move forward or retreat |
Gauvreaus' imagery is rich and evocative, creating a palpable atmosphere of melancholy and resignation. The poem beautifully captures the essence of grief and the coping mechanisms people resort to |
Eira Needham's use of rich imagery and symbolism invites readers to embark on their own brief escape, experiencing the fleeting moments of beauty and the inevitable return to reality. |
Noone's poem resonates deeply with themes that are both timeless and timely transformation, the cyclical nature of life, and the beauty found in renewal. It's a reminder that after the desolation of autumn and the cold of winter, there is always the promise of spring, a time for new beginnings and beauty |
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Archie's adventures and misadventures, from his initial quest for a dime to his interactions with various characters in his community, reveal a society where children are forced to mature quickly, facing realities that test their ingenuity and moral compass. |
"Explore Artist at Work" by William Reese Hamilton, a gripping tale of love, art, and transformation. Dive into a complex relationship set against a backdrop of urban decay, where art becomes a metaphor for connection and self-discovery. A narrative rich in emotion and psychological depth. |
"Epic" serves as a meditation on the nature of creativity, the solitude often required for profound thought and work, and the complex relationship between an artist and the society that surrounds them |
"Gemini in Twilight" by Galen R.Faison weaves a poignant narrative that navigates through the realms of family legacy, the resilience born out of struggle, and the indelible marks left by our ancestors |
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'How Long the Life' by Howard Bernbaum, a striking juxtaposition unfolds between the cosmic journey of a meteor and the human saga at a hospital. This poignant tale weaves together the final moments of Mrs. Thurgood and the lives of two aimless prospectors, highlighting the interconnectedness of the universe and the fleeting nature of human existence. |
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A newly restored archive story, returning with sharp memory, atmosphere, and the strange weather of human choice.
A visual archive return from the Summer 2016 gallery, restored for readers moving through art, image, and season.
A summer archive doorway, bringing readers back into the magazine’s restored fiction, essay, and visual work.
A doorway into the Spring 2016 archive, newly restored for readers returning to the issue’s tone and gathering.

The Ghosts of Lily Pond
by Tom Sheehan
Ah, Saugus, the town I took to Korea many years ago, savored, brought back! Images strike here, deadly accurate in their mark. Metaphors, booted and buckled and loaded for bear, ride horseback through my town, holding forever in place. At times they ride roughshod or, taking a breath, saunter a bit, smelling new-cut hay over hill, or marsh grass caught up in light appreciation of salt about the air, all Atlantic talking. Realization comes too: Times there were when our river was like an old man trying to get into bed, slow climb at banking, belt or pajamas astray, slight failures; some springs, it would be caught up in flume’s rush. Our pond, long-gone Lily Pond, comes up odd mornings of memory like a hobo rising from his varied nights; a serious master of colors, Persian red, coin gold, yellow of a wheat or a blonde, autumn in the traces, ignition’s flare. Or there’ll be April-May at explosion about that wide saucer of water, Turnpike to dam, cliff-face to Prohibition cabins now taller with cellars plunked beneath them, post WWII heaven for returning veterans, with their new brides, foreign brides, casting hundreds of skaters and swimmers and boaters and fishermen on these shores, on that horizon before any of us realized the change.
Death House Comedy
by Martin Heavisides
“FELLAS, I’M DYING OUT THERE!:
DEATH HOUSE COMEDY
Long List for a Projected Retrospective The Ruling Class, Peter Barnes/Peter Medak “You’ll catch your death. Odd expression."
Rasputin, Elim Klimov
A charismatic monk of dissolute reputation gains far too much influence at the court of Tsar Nicholas under the patronage of Tsarina Alexandra. For the good ofthe state he must be put down, but mother! Is he hard to kill.
A Drama of Jealousy (and Other Things), Scola/Age/Scarpelli
“It’s the blowfly of our love. A little disgusting, a butterfly would be better."
The Amazing Dr Clitterhouse, Anatol Litvak/John Wexley/John Huston
If the subject of your study is the root cause of crime, planting yourself with a gang of thieves may be a prolific, but also a dangerous strategy.
There. On a rise of prairie earth streaked with wild roses the Lakota and Cheyenne rose like thunder against General Crook and the U.S. Army. They were not fighting for conquest or empire or the abstraction of a nation. They were fighting for their own democracy a way of life grounded in kinship stewardship and the sacred arc of the land.
The snow had come early that winter. It lay in wind-polished drifts across the open Dakotas a white hush waiting to be broken. In the half-light of morning breath formed clouds around the mouths of Lakota children and the elders stirred coals back to life beneath their thin canvas shelters. Hunger clung to everything. The treaties had been broken again and the agency rations were spoiled or delayed again.
"Flight 103 to Lockerbie: Happy Anniversary" by Russell Bittner poignantly contrasts the serene domesticity of a winter storm with the devastating tragedy of the Lockerbie bombing. The poem reflects on the comfort of home and the unspeakable loss suffered by others, evoking the grief of those who wait in vain for loved ones who will never return, underscoring the stark divide between personal peace and collective sorrow.
Archie is sick; ever since he got knocked out nothing seems right no more. Everything is strange he sees things moving away from him and then they come back real close. It’s mostly the walls in the room but now it’s the trees and the houses, hedges, sky, and everything else. He just can’t get things to stop moving away and then back when he looks at them. And he wants to throw up from time to time and his tongue is sore and swollen.
He must of bit his tongue when he went down cause it’s been bleeding and it hurts too much to eat. He’s walking to school but he don’t want to go: he might throw up in the classroom. He’s known as a tough guy now but he don’t feel like no tough guy.
And Pike-eye Monahan? Everybody’s mad at him because he lost on a foul to a little kid. Everybody hates a dirty fighter especially if he’s supposed to win. They say his pa’s so mad he shipped the disgraced bad guy out of town—maybe all the way back to Ireland. Even Pike-eye’s friends are getting shunned, ain’t nobody wants to talk to them no more. Somebody said Archie was always gonna be known as the guy who run Pike-eye outta town.
In Dull Day at the Beach, Julie Hogg drifts between Jerez and Cadiz, where dragonflies dance, sparrows sip the Atlantic, and a single wave arches like an eyebrow. A languid, sensual meditation on nuance, stillness, and the quiet poetry of the Costa de la Luz
In Listening to Maria Callas, James Graham contrasts the harsh noise of daily life with the transcendent beauty of Casta Diva. Her voice silences the world’s clamor, sowing peace in a moment where music eclipses war, machines, and time itself.
In "Viewing Vermeer's 'Young Woman with a Water Pitcher,'" Neil Dyer contemplates the quiet power of the painting's subject. The poem highlights the woman’s connection to light, as she becomes a vessel channeling sunlight into the room, bringing everything to life. The poet gradually uncovers the subtle radiance of the scene, where light transforms the ordinary into something sacred and vibrant.
In People in Rooms, Gemma Meek captures a moment of quiet survival--tempting fate, watching the bridge at days end, and finding small refuge in Bukowski. A raw, unvarnished glimpse into solitude, longing, and the fragile act of getting through another day.
In False Detective, Patricia Walsh captures a life under constant watch--letters censored, calls screened, movements monitored. Through sharp, restless lines, the poem explores paranoia, control, and the uneasy dance between suspicion and self-preservation
The Album by Nick Bowman is a moving elegy in verse, unfolding the quiet mystery of a woman's past through keepsakes and photographs. As memories resurface from a bottom drawer, a haunting revelation at Belsen deepens the grief--and wonder--of those she left behind.
As the story unfolds, Flora and Esteban reflect on the thin lines between fiction and reality, recognizing their power to influence the course of both. In this world of energy and storytelling, ancient tales and modern realities intertwine, revealing the profound impact of imagination and memory on the flow of time.
Hobs and Fiddle
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