Poetry
Short Fiction
Poetry
Creative Nonfiction

A Lesson in Letting Go

Elizabeth Kenning

How do you politely throw up in the back of a taxicab? I can feel my stomach tightening, the bitter, acidic taste rising in the back of my throat. I look down at the cardboard bowl provided by the ... [+]

Poetry
Short Fiction

The Car Rides

Sofia Navarro

Sometimes they’d let the radio sing the silence away, other times their laughter did the work, but in the car rides from town to city there was no certainty of peace.
Inside the silver vessel, a ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Jimmy Would Get Jeaouls

Brooke Anderson

I’m going through my collection of CD’s—A Pentatonix Christmas, Mariachi Cobre, Tim McGraw—when a small paper book bound by two orange ribbons with a water-color picture of pink and coral ... [+]

Poetry
Short Fiction

In the Distant Future

Camden Greenhalgh

Green plasma bolts filled the air; three beleaguered Imperium soldiers hid among collapsed ruins, desperate to avoid death. But the God-Emperor’s will was clear. Humanity could not to allow the ... [+]

Short Fiction

Hair of the dog

Wendy Klein

“So I think we’re pretty satisfied with your qualifications here on our end,” Mary said.
Sarah nodded from across the desk. Outside, the sunlight of 9:30 a.m. shone across the glass table in ... [+]

Short Fiction

New Recruits

Cynthia Beck

Day 256, 1600 hours
Their ship gently glided towards the waiting station below. Raz shifted uncomfortably in his new uniform as he watched the shiny mass slowly approach. Today was his first day as ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Nana's Photograph

Madison Sheldrake

My nana’s house feels like fine china and lace.
The walls are white, the furniture floral, every decoration a refined antique. The house is delicate and apart from everything I know—like I’ve ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

The Woman With Many Names

rach elizabeth

You’d think a woman with many names would have trouble defining herself.
Her high school friends call her Lexi. They know her as outgoing and hilarious. Really, she is the “glue” of the ... [+]

Poetry
Short Fiction

Oak & Willow, Water & Omens

Bayley Leyshon

They never faltered. Anyone could tell from simply being in their presence that they were not of this world. They raced through the water unafraid, not tied down by the laws of physics that constrict ... [+]

Poetry
Short Fiction

The Third Step

Megan Venter

I remember the third step up to your apartment creaked really badly. I’d always skip it- I didn’t want anything- not even a wooden step- to know where I was going. As if it would only count that I ... [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Illegal Work

Pui Yu Ng

When I was a little girl, I would often be alone at home and no one took care of me. The domestic helper, a young Philippine woman, Arnida seems to be very busy all the time. She is often late to pick ... [+]