Michelle Matthees Like a barn door wide open: there was your O. Everything else was burned away, no hair, giant puckers inward like a flattened rubber flower. In front of the train station I passed...
Jeffrey Morgan There’s a barn owl that nests somewhere on our street. Reports differ. I’ve named her Ghost Face Junior and will correct people. Imagine her eyes dark marbles in the...
Hunt Hawkins The elevator opens on the 19th floorto a room full of hay, bleating sheep and goats,a loose rooster looking for grain.Through the windows we see the bright Palisadesand in the haze the...
Kira K Homsher Two shirtless teenage boysPlay ball across the street.They dart in and out of my little square of vision,Casting long evening shadows downThe sidewalk. Oh, one of them has dropped The...
Aimee Wright Clow Three toes fall over the line, severed at just the right place so thefoot does not bleed. The foot walks away and the toes becomeseeds, slowly wriggling into the mud-line where they...
Zebulon Huset He didn’t tell me, and I shouldn’t have been snooping—but—how much privacy should a five year-old have? Finding his post-it diary was adorable until I noticedthe wavy pages...
Annie Weibull is a self-taught photographer who studied digital editing at Jönköping University, Sweden. Weibull’s work has been exhibited at four juried exhibitions in Sweden as well as at other...
Lauren Paredes is a storyteller across the mediums with a soft spot for the unusual. Her work has appeared in TRNSFR, Ruminate Magazine’s The Waking, forthcoming in *82 Review, and elsewhere. Her...
Lauren Paredes is a storyteller across the mediums with a soft spot for the unusual. Her work has appeared in TRNSFR, Ruminate Magazine’s The Waking, forthcoming in *82 Review, and elsewhere. Her...
