Vagabond Boys-Starr Williams

If absence makes the heart grow fonder, it makes me question the heart. There is a difference, after all, between iced tea and fresh; There is a difference between metaphor and nervous words. Memory and moment. Maybe that’s why I love myself more now. You thought this would be about you, didn’t you? (You wouldn’t, …

Moments Before Death- Matthew Stegman

A bell is going to ring, old and rusty, it chimes a song you only hear once, and then it fades into obscurity. This is self-transcendence, without knowing where you’re going. Half of it is trusting the destination knows you’re coming. The other half is timing. Wouldn’t it be embarrasing to show up, and no …

Broken-Karran Finlay

Shards of glass held together with glitter school glue, still cut and fall apart when they’re broken from the start.   KARRAN FINLAY Karran Finlay was born and raised in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. Her career in marketing and communications moved her to several major cities throughout Canada. In 2017, she moved back to Edmonton, where she …

The Boy And The Demon-Ryan K. Rusell

The Boy and The Demon I fed the boy to the demon. Crown first the way his mother bore him. The monster was more teeth than jaw. Yellow eyes, slit, like that of a serpent. Broad nose, pointed ears. He danced on four legs like that of a stead. Claws the size of pitch forks. …

The Sensible Ritual-Lisa Ardill

Did you ever wonder about the shapes Resting just beyond us? The stark sketches of mountains Our nightly puppet show, But we never paid attention. When the whistling began at night You would pull the blanket – Meanly denying the prying sound Of the wind and its turmoil, Which we thought we could escape. I …

The Ocelot-Hannah Benson

               I said yes to the hot air balloon ride on a thin, grey Sunday afternoon. I said yes for Bernard, my pet ocelot. Bernard is superior to other ocelots because he can always tell when it’s going to rain. He’ll let me know by meeting my gaze and blinking three times; long, …

Chasing Feelings-Brandon Bagot

               He looks back fondly on those times of pure enjoyment. Each first experience dipped in nostalgia becomes the pinnacle of historical euphoria. The intoxicating smell of grandma’s fresh baked cookies, the brief moment of weightlessness jumping off the high dive, hearing a powerful song that resonated his soul, the time-stopping electricity of his first kiss, …

Religious Ecstasy-Jordan Hagedon

                     I am not succeeding. This is apparent to me through my grandmother’s eyes when she looks at me. Across the table, which is white and covered all over by shade from a tall, yellow umbrella, my grandmother watches me talk about long nights spent researching for my novel (half-finished for years), how I’m cutting …

She wore no ring-Andrew Talbot

I remember one time I had just finished the 8-hour job, Which on that day had ended up being a 12-hour job. For one reason or another, I went to buy beer, I had earned that much, and then some. Well, as I was paying, Out the corner of my eye, I caught glimpse of …

Saints of Imperfection, or An Emotional Divide-henry 7. reneau, jr.

        henry 7. reneau, jr. henry 7. reneau, jr. writes words of conflagration to awaken the world ablaze, an inferno of free verse illuminated by his affinity for disobedience, like a chambered bullet that commits a felony every day, an immolation that blazes from his heart, phoenix-fluxed red & gold, exploding through …