I See You, Seeing Me

by Bridgette Annalyse Artwork by thescratchman Future                  Such an explosion. Marvellous in all senses, really. Any day now it will happen. It’s expected. What else could be expected of someone who never expresses emotion? With people like that, a breakdown is bound to make its way into existence. Pouring all her heart into her work is only a temporary solution; focusing all of her energy on anything except her feelings only allowed for the negativity to build with excessive force.                  Remember what they say about gravity? … Continue reading I See You, Seeing Me

Gulwart

by Allen Kopp I was in trouble. Some people were after me. I had no other place to go, so I went home after more than twenty years. My mother was all that was left of family. I was shocked at how old she looked. “You’re keeping well,” I lied when she let me into the house. “I hardly know you,” she said. “If it’s money you need, you won’t get any from me.” “Want nothing,” I said. “Only to see you.” “How long?” “Don’t know yet. I might stay the night and I might not. It depends.” “There’s food … Continue reading Gulwart

Home Gardens

by Kyle Hemmings “You have ten seconds to wake up!” I slam the kitchen door that leads into the basement. That’s what I shouted to mother who would sometimes nap downstairs because in the summer it was cooler than anywhere else in the house. While I wait for her, I take out the refrigerated broth, and I start mincing carrots, leeks, potatoes, onions. I throw them in the pot and take a whiff. Something seems missing. And as if by some foreign impulse, I start throwing every herb and spice into the pot. Bay leaves, coriander, basil, chili pepper, mint … Continue reading Home Gardens

The Gnomes They’ve Known

by T.L Sherwood  Last year, the garden gnome would have pleased her. As Cassie pulled the Styrofoam away from the plaster form, she looked disappointed. Heather felt as stupidly thick as one of the men they had dated. “He’s gorgeous.” Cassie half-smiled, taking Heather’s hand and drawing her close. “Just what I wanted.” “I looked last year. None were right. I finally tracked this one down on eBay,” Heather explained. Cassie kissed her cheek. “Exactly perfect.” She patted the gnome’s shoulder. Heather watched her and asked, “But is it Mycroft?” Cassie started to shake her head, then switched to nodding. … Continue reading The Gnomes They’ve Known

Learn How To Cry: Advice to My Fifteen Year Old Self

by Stephanie Johnson Sweet pea, my savings account gathers dust and I pray every time I start my damn car. This is all I have over you: more scars and more hurt in my heart. I have memorized where the bombshells lie. I must stress to you, I’m no God. I don’t have all the answers. You succeed. That’s what I’m writing to tell you: breathe deep, feel the air go through your lungs and your belly. I would never lie to you. Staring into a mirror in a public bathroom, I learned your eyelids do puff up when you … Continue reading Learn How To Cry: Advice to My Fifteen Year Old Self

Destash

by Valentina Cano A man and a chance to be born again, to abandon the husk of violent lungs, shrinking heart, the sores collection on his face like flowers. A chance to knit a life out of the veins and hair and vertebrae of this one.   Valentina Cano is a student of classical singing who spends whatever free time she has either reading or writing. Her works have appeared in numerous publications and her poetry has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Web. Her debut novel, The Rose Master, was published in 2014 and was … Continue reading Destash

André’s Alice

by Anne E. Johnson André hated getting rained on and studying calculus about equally. Therefore, when it poured on his way home from school, he didn’t hesitate. Lifting his calculus textbook, he opened its thick cover like a Mansard roof over his head. The wind swooshed upward and the book turned into a sail, dragging André across his Brooklyn neighborhood. All the detritus of a typical Bedford-Stuyvesant Monday sailed past. When an empty egg carton shot toward him, André repurposed the book as a shield. “Thank God for calculus,” he sputtered, staggering through the security door of his apartment building. … Continue reading André’s Alice

Issue Three

Issue 3 is here! It’s also our 6 month anniversary (did someone say cake?)!!! Thankyou thankyou thankyou to all our contributors for allowing us to be! We wouldn’t have made it without you (obviously. Without you, it would just be me publishing bad poetry under a variety of suspicious looking pseudonyms.) As always, we’ve got some great fiction, poetry and art on display in this issue, and we’re also publishing our first creative nonfiction piece, a beautiful essay entitled Learn How to Cry: Advice to my 15 year old self by Stephanie Johnson. I’m also excited to announce a couple … Continue reading Issue Three