The Old Gods (No. 9, 2003) I. The towers bloomed up in the dark Like nails scrolling from dead fingers While around t…
Issue 015: May 2018
New Essay by Patrick Mondaca: The Hideous Hypocrisy of Himmelstoss
“At the head of the column trots the fat sergeant-major. It is queer that almost all of the regular sergeant-majors a…
Fighting Like a Girl Means Not Being a Pussy: Mary Doyle Interviews Kelly Kennedy
It’s never easy to voice suspicions that your boss is out to get you. No matter how you describe it, the accusation s…
New Fiction by John M. McNamara: “The Mayor of West Callahan Creek”
A bare bulb in a hooded fixture illuminated the sign. Fog obscured the wooden placard, and as Joseph neared it, the b…
New Poetry from JD Duff
Night Flash You’ve been having nightmares again. The cruel shaking of a body resisting slumber. Hands twitching, ches…