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Issue Spring '24

"Fluttering" by Vanesa Erjavec

Flash Fiction

The Moth and the Moon

by Elina Kumra

He only had eyes for the moon, but I fell in love with him anyway… The night we met, he fluttered across the café table littered with teacups and ...read the full piece 
"Pivot Point" by Kateryna Bortsova

Short Story

Hold Me Tight

by L. Vocem

Content warning: This text contains references to sexual assault and violence. A bus arrives at the strip mall parking lot. I check the number. It’s ...read the full piece 
"Promenade zu zweit" by Brigitte Thonhauser-Merk

Flash Fiction

Two Horsemen

by Peter Gončar

There lay a valley between two ridges, covered with thick but withered grass. The distance between the ridges was quite large, clearly not less than a ...read the full piece 
"Garden Peace" by Josephine Florens

Flash Nonfiction

On the Death of a Chipmunk

by Annika Nerf

I find you, self-contained in a ball, eyes closed. Front flower bed, 40°F, no snow. You lie nestled into the last shoots of the black-eyed Susans. You ...read the full piece 
"Cat" by Atzin Garcia

Essay

Memories of Tenten

by Mayumi Yamamoto

1 It was more than twenty years ago. My encounter with Tenten happened by chance on the university campus where I taught in those days. She seemed to ...read the full piece 
"Exuberant Creation" by Carter Boucher

Essay

Ancestry

by Angela Patera

On a crisp December day, my 16-year-old twins, Eric and Rachel, burst into the room, practically radiating excitement. Eric shared the news that their ...read the full piece 
"A sketch over photo joiner of spring petals" by Nelson Lowhim

Poetry

the dust never settles.

by Caroline Kuba

You can almost watch them colonize your kitchen. Filling up the space. Indecisive of where to go. better wait for the dust to settle — until you take ...read the full piece 
"The Unbearable Lightness" by Sally Broadbent

Poetry

Butterfly

by Agnieszka Filipek

My father had a collection of butterflies. First he put the pin into the thorax, then on the edges of the wings and dried each butterfly in the sun on ...read the full piece 

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