Literary Magazine

Issue 1/Winter 2017

Next Door | Daniel Dowe

Kids selling magazines, both from towns faraway, on my front facing porch, hanging back near the baskets that I forgot to water.   They ask for my sponsorship, so they can avoid profanity, misdirection, a life of crime, to instead do God’s appointed work: selling […]

In-Between | Clariss Flournoy

What happened to longevity   Going through each other’s Darknesses and knowing that you’ll still be with me.   I’ve seen couples that I thought were the lifetime breed,   Not that I know your business because, I mean, the grass is only as green […]

I Wove Myself | Scarlett Peterson

Stitched a new set of lungs to sing for you.   Pulled taught at the center, I molded a small waistline   Carved a spine curved to the left to be your right side.   Crocheted a pricked ear, to listen to your every whisper. […]

Fateful Encountering | Clariss Flournoy

M- I was wild and you were a lost spirit wandering through   I’m a paradox, while you try to remain true   Love is sporadic, but I can’t help   What I see   What I feel   What I want with you   […]

Before | Clariss Flournoy

It has been said that a soulmate can be a friend, a lover, even someone you won’t end up with As I stare into your face, I hope the latter isn’t our placement. I’m free You’re bound But I can’t help the connection that I’ve […]

Union Square | Terry Sanville

Veronica stares into the mirror and frowns. Using a pinky finger, she applies moisturizer to the creases around her eyes. Why do they call them crows’ feet? Couldn’t they at least call them ravens’ feet? Sounds more mysterious. She sighs and smears cold cream across […]

The Picnic | Rebecca Redshaw

Joe couldn’t sleep. The still night air was interrupted only by the soft clicking of the blinds as the ancient floor fan whirred slowly. It wasn’t the steamy heat that was causing his restlessness or the constant rhythm of Marth’s nasal breathing as she lay […]

The Letters | Jon MacDonald

Hollis took another turn around the faded maroon, 1950 bullet-nose, Studebaker commander. It was too much of a cliché to kick the tires so he just passed his hand along the passenger side of the car. Yes, the car would need work, but that was […]

The Illuminated Man | Andrea Mosier

When he was translucent like an opaque canvas, his shimmering skin came alive with his unbidden thoughts. At those times, he did his best to stay away from people, but the city where he did his work teemed with them, and besides, they were drawn […]

One Look | Silk Hindus

My Juliana loved to tell people how we met. Sometimes we were at a bar, or a restaurant, a friend’s house or ours. Sometimes it was loud, muted, relaxed, cozy. Sometimes her auburn curls were pulled back and sometimes they were down and parted above […]