Spoons
By Michael Plemmons, art by Adam Myers A month ago my brother Marty quit chemo -- said screw it, no more billing. Which is fine, that was his call. But then Marty cashed out and hit the road from Attleboro, Massachusetts, with an 80-pound coonhound -- to find someone in the family ...
Remembrance of Things Past
By Kevlin Henney Photographs by Kevlin Henney, manipulations by Adam Myers It has been years since I last made this journey. I am slower and more easily tired. My footfall is not as sure as it used to be, but nor is it as bitter, as sad, as resigned. Up the slope, near ...
The Bread Muse
By Masha Rumer Yesterday, she was doing it again, soaring above my head during her regular shift. She flits around on her broom above the sleeping cities, wearing espadrilles and doling out flour to the people down below. Bake when words fail you, she says, sending little pouches of flour — taut ...
Spoons
By Michael Plemmons, art by Adam Myers A month ago my brother Marty quit chemo -- said screw it, no more billing. Which is fine, that was his call. But then Marty cashed ...
Remembrance of Things Past
By Kevlin Henney Photographs by Kevlin Henney, manipulations by Adam Myers It has been years since I last made this journey. I am slower and more easily tired. My footfall is not as sure ...
The Bread Muse
By Masha Rumer Yesterday, she was doing it again, soaring above my head during her regular shift. She flits around on her broom above the sleeping cities, wearing espadrilles and doling out flour ...
To Whom It May Concern
By Pam Benjamin To Whom It May Concern: I just didn’t want to go to work today. —Me The scribbled note lay haphazardly on ...
The Men
By James W. Hritz Part I: Hard to Parse On the concrete — a dead man. Did anyone care that when he fell his legs snapped like carrots and that his blood ran ...
Jamie’s Dragon
By Peg Alford Pursell Jamie saved up her babysitting money for the tattoo. It hadn’t taken long, her dad liberal with his guilt money. He paid her well to handle his responsibilities — ...
Slub Glub Chapter 40: The New World
Slub Glub awoke after a long sleep, and when he opened his eyes, he found that he was no longer falling. He was on smooth, hard ground, and he yawned and ...
The Maid’s Dream
By Peg Alford Pursell Lately she'd been waking with the sense of having an important dream forgotten in the moment of opening her eyes. The dream would be transformative if only she could ...
Slub Glub Chapter 39: Let Go of the Earth
The derelict man put down his coffee can, and walked over to Slub Glub. He remained physically transformed from the stooped and babbling bum he had been; he walked with a ...
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