Volume 4

Trafalgar Square, High Contrast
New Forest Fungus, Texture



Ganesha Balunsat


Sestina: For King Kong
Sestina: For Motörhead
Park Avenue: All Saint’s Day
by Curtis X. Meyer

Phil Kills the Neighbor’s Dog on Easter Sunday, by Kevin Cutrer

Atlantic, by Margaret Pritchard Houston

Drunk, You Kick Kierkegaard’s Ass Across The Lawn, by Christopher Schaeffer

Excerpt from A Brief History of Color and Its Social Effects, by Wendy Vardaman

Puppet Master’s Wall of Sockets, by Flower Conroy

Portraits: Girl with Flower and Parrot, by Juliet Kerico

Shooting Things After Dark, by Chloe N. Clark

everyman, by Laura Copelin


Here You Are, by Rachel Munroe
“Noor is forty-one, tan in February, with feet worn smooth and hard by seven months of walking on sand. She lives in a tent in the desert and cooks meals for tourists. For seven months now she has not taken a bath, or eaten a taco, or seen a flower that isn’t made of plastic. Her name isn’t really Noor, but she’s trying to forget that. It helps that no one at Sunset Camp knows her other name, not even Brahim, the man who’s trying to convince her to marry him.”


Divine Discoveries, Messianic Munchies, and Other Sightings of the Savior, by Amber Tidwell
“For years people have spotted Jesus in places one might never think to look for him. In 1977 a woman in New Mexico, making burritos for her husband one cool October night, recognized the face of Jesus Christ burned into the tortilla. Shrugging off cynical claims of coincidence, the family framed it and made it into a shrine. Over 10,000 people have visited it to date. I imagine a line of people waiting outside of the house made of sun-dried clay bricks. They take turns walking through the small gate and broken sidewalk leading up to the front door. Upon walking in, there is the smell of last night’s dinner, and a slightly overweight woman greets them eagerly, anxious to show off the tortilla, even though she has done so at least forty times this week. Her eyes light up as she recounts the story once more. It never gets old.”
Squeeze Easy, by Claire Blechman
“This is not one of those stories about 20-somethings who move to New York City and find themselves humiliated and demoralized in ways they never dreamed possible. Because, it turns out, New York is a magical place beyond the traditional conception of public shame. That’s why, instead, this is a story about who’s watching when you pee in Times Square.”
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