Welcome to our inaugural issue.

We hope you enjoy reading these stories as much as we did.

Worth a Thousand Words by Adam Bjelland

His door was different. The rest of the doors in our modest home were hollow white composite, but my father’s door was deeply stained solid knotty pine. I spent a good amount of my early childhood on the floor outside that door, wondering when he was ever going to let me in. It wasn’t my … Read More

Poetry by Alex Smith

Traffic How many new cousins have you got? Four. Three with scars and sallow eyes. How many new sisters today? Dad’s brought six. Four speak French and bruise real easy. How many new aunts at yours this week? Just the two. One still thinks she’ll see her family. How many in-laws at the weekend? Seven. … Read More

Two Poems by Amanda Tumminaro

The Headache A miniature roofer climbed to the side of my head. Ladder against skin, and poised with hammer, so uncool, so unbeautiful, that his work is like a drumbeat that it could unhinge a painting. The steady chant is like music, and I am good practice for his art, and my eyes are crossed, … Read More

I Climbed Stone Mountain by Andy Betz

On the East side of Atlanta, in the town of Stone Mountain, Georgia is a park featuring a monolithic piece of quartz monzonite (close to granite) ascending 786 feet above ground and nearly 9 miles below ground.  Officially known as Stone Mountain, it is one of the largest monadnocks (single exposed stone) on Earth. It … Read More

City Stained Rouge by J H Martin

City Stained Rouge   “Sorry,” she replied, shaking her head, “But I don’t know who Picasso is.” “O-K… Well…” Franck beckoned to Borana – the mama-san – and pointed at their empty glasses. “One more for the lady,” he said, “And another double vodka and soda.” “Are you sure?” asked Borana. “Yes…” Franck knew what … Read More

Charles Dickens by Richard Alured

When the phone rang and I learned I’d been called on to interview Charles Dickens, the first noise in my mind was the callow exclamation I imagine would have passed through anyone’s mind: But I didn’t know he was still alive! Was this unreasonable? Dickens had always evoked, for me, a world that seemed thoroughly … Read More

Find Your Calling by Phillip Hall

All of the welders at Witherton Shipyard were a little crazy.  It seemed to be part of their job description.  Their faces were dirty, and the skin on their forearms was marked up with the tiny burns that came from fusing molten metal together.  When the shipyard won a new contract to repair a cargo … Read More

The Battling Bastard of Bastogne by Phil Rice

In the summer of 1978, Frank J. Cole was working as a security guard at the Ramada Inn in Gatlinburg, a tourist town at the main entrance to the Great Smoky Mountains National Park in Tennessee. I was a desk clerk and general gopher for the same establishment. Frank was in his mid-fifties, but in … Read More

Orange Girl (an alternate reality) by Lee Matthew Goldberg

ORANGE. At least that was what Graham thought when he first saw her. She sat on a barstool in a skin-tight orange dress, and he immediately ordered a Screwdriver without realizing why. She was the reason he dreamt entirely in orange later that night. A hazy, ruptured dream. A faceless girl with endless tan legs … Read More

Poetry by Erin Jamieson

As we drive the front window fogs & I can’t remember how did we get here to unpathed roads with faded stop signs & strangers that stare as we pass but do not help when our tire goes flat? you keep saying you can hear the sea if you listen hard enough but what I … Read More

Fire or Ice by Julie Ricks McClintic

He wasn’t sure, but he’d swear the doctor just said he wants to take his right arm off. The whole arm, from the shoulder down. The doctor was still talking, but like the teachers in the Charlie Brown cartoons from his childhood, what he heard was “Wah wah wah wah.” He looked over the doctor’s … Read More

Natasha, Nathalie by Reid Mitchell

We each and every one of us have something that we’ll pay good money for.  Look at me.  In Paris, I would take too much codeine.  I get migraines, you see, and I always feel one coming on, and codeine staves them off.  In Paris, you used  to be able always buy codeine from a … Read More

Hippo and Shark Lady by Abby Lattanzio

My name is Hippo.  I wasn’t born with that name; I kind of fell into it.  Kind of how my sister fell into the name Shark Lady.  She’s eight years older than me.  Which is pretty old.  She just started college, and isn’t home most of the year.  But she comes to visit, sometimes.  Mainly, … Read More

The Cradle by R. P. O’Donnell

The Cradle A hushed cradle on the fog-bone sea, pulled out in tides, away from a shore it has never set foot on. The sea reaches up. Wind-formed fingers reach endless, useless – reaching up to hear, to hold; hold the cotton-webbed echoes of when the sky loved her, hold them to her cheek, everything … Read More

Three Poems by Jeremy Springsteed

Labyrinth There are no minotaurs here. The tunnle drops a quarter mile. A plummage of salt in the earth opens mythically downward. Spiraling 178 miles long. There are churches and saints being born. The cave is full of beseechment. An expanse that held evil- that has been filled with seven centuries of corpses. Every one … Read More

Photosensitivity by Lukasz Drobnik

All the stars and planets arose from mist. There’s a cigarette, there’s a dusky room, a massive counter, a coffee maker, there are wooden tables and snow-white tablecloths, there are photographs on the walls, reflexes in window panes, colourful bottles, then again there is bright light from the street, there’s a grey gate, a chestnut … Read More

Bone and Velour by Jamie Witherby

I rotate the toothpick inside my mouth, staring at the jar holding a dried gold poppy wrapped around the Chuckwalla lizard skull I found for my wife. She told my daughter it was her favorite one. My daughter hasn’t spoken to me in three days. # “Daddy, look!” my daughter urges, pointing at the smiley … Read More

Airborne Delivery by John Darcy

Lester didn’t want to sound paranoid or anything, but the odds were at least two-to-one that Danny from across the street was snatching his mail. He was well aware of how paranoid-sounding “I don’t want to sound paranoid” actually sounded, which was very. Leave it to Life, finding a way to screw him when the … Read More

Mashed Potatoes by Justice McPherson

On Black Friday, I waited by the window for my brother. I’d just taken off my jacket and begun unbuttoning my shirt, shoes off, belt unbuckled. My book on common law was waiting for me on the nightstand across from my wife who had her scrubs on and the television turned down low. That was … Read More

The Threshold by Craig McGeady

The Threshold I. The cusp of a dark beyond Sightless and afraid; the white, bulbous grubs from their safety snatched And thrust into an air too rich to breathe, Choking on the sweetness, dizzy from the buoyancy Each twist and turn only pushes the boundaries further. All around, our fears manifest, Pulling at us with … Read More