WINONA RYDER / FRIDA KHALO — Mark LaRue

with samplings from Keats (“Endymion”) and Yeats (“No Second Troy”) (Mythologies) and Barthes (Mythologies) “Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits” gliding in the aisle toward our seats.… Continue reading

AT NATURAL BRIDGES STATE BEACH — M.S. Rooney

in California, I am told there were once three bridges of sea-hollowed sandstone. Only one remains now, and it will erode before long.

2 essays — Dustin Parsons

FRUIT FLY EXTERMINATION She’s been collecting jam jars and jelly jars and jars that you don’t remember the contents of but were probably curry sauces or pickles or something suggested by the shape… Continue reading

3 poems — Steven Teref

FERTILITY In the centigrey light of the living room, a skinned gutted deer dangles by calves on meat hooks. From the cavity, 500,000 cockroaches scuttle up its legs and across the ceiling. Eyelashes of… Continue reading

LEAVE OF ABSENCE: AN ILLUSTRATED GUIDE TO COMMON GARDEN AFFECTION — Sally Deskins & Laura Madeline Wiseman

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THE EAR — Patrick Crerand

The two professors sat in the cafeteria near a large bank of windows that afforded a view of the college’s swimming pool one story below. It was a hot day and a few… Continue reading

2 poems — Jason Bredle

ARTIST STATEMENT I write from the depths of Brooklyn in whatever cafe will have me because my persistent issues with chronic irritable bowel syndrome and insistence upon not wearing a diaper in public… Continue reading

2 poems — Karen Craigo

DAISIES, LILIES, A COUPLE OF CARNATIONS Another guest has left behind her flowers, so the proprietor has brought me a bouquet. There is grace in wearing out your fragrance, in standing until you… Continue reading

drawings, mostly vehicles and a couple of trash cans — Cooper Renner

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GLISSANDO; OR THE ART OF CRUELTY — Dayana Stetco

Glissando; Or, The Art of Cruelty will be performed by the Milena Theatre Group at the James Devin Moncus Theatre, Lafayette, in January 2015 with the following cast: ANTON CHEHOV* Jason Knight EMMA… Continue reading

2 poems — Ace Boggess

Winter Morning leaves rustle in chill wind deep- throated winter birds that sing in whispers

MILLENNIUM — Laura Krughoff

December, 1999. I don’t remember saying anything to my friend, Kathleen, about not wanting to spend New Year’s Eve with my boyfriend, Corey, but I must have. Corey and I were about to graduate from college and I needed to figure out if ours was a college relationship or if I should be taking him seriously when he talked about marriage. Our relationship, and our future, was complicated by the fact that we’d had our hearts broken by some of the same girls.

ALL THESE STREETS ARE HILLS — David Amadio

And though I am rosy and hale, I am no Sisyphus. I understand that you are desperate, that you are in a tight spot, but I cannot help you. My time is valuable, more valuable than you can imagine. I don’t lend it out to just anyone. Besides, we hardly know one another.

3 poems — Jerry McGuire

THE INFIDELS Though we have not decided yet, although we know the rebels just have come across the playgrounds and junkyards at the edge of the city and now hold the library and… Continue reading