A Fish Drifted Across The Seas-Kushal Poddar

“During a gunfight,” says the fishmonger about a scar as long as this country’s map flashing whenever he dips his head or lets it upraise against the gloaming’s glory. We’ve heard that story; ask for it nonetheless. How a refugee can involve himself in a skirmish with a cop who has not shot any subject…

Reclusive-Lynn White

Reclusive He was a hermit,  a recluse living in a cave with his cats. He had a long strong thread made of cat gut and he sat all day  every day playing cat’s cradle  and all that jazz on his home made guitar. And then one day the cats decided enough was enough they were…

You vs Me-HLR

order vs chaos / reserved vs outspoken / clownfish vs moths / passive vs aggressive / general ignorance vs ubiquitous assimilation / patience vs impatience / football vs reading / fishing vs writing / laughter vs tears / gambling vs smoking / optimism vs pessimism-cynicism-realism / enough vs too much / red vs black /…

SITTING TIGHT, WAITING FOR THE SUPERBUS DIANTHUS-Colin James

During clinical trials held in 1957 healthy thirty year old men were forcibly removed from their mothers, encouraged to live with attractive young women. Nineteen percent exhibited permanent erections, an extraordinary amount of blood pooling in their loins. Thirty six percent became fanatical house cleaners. Forty five percent died of a broken heart. The complete…

Dead Dolly-Susan Shuman

Until the day I die, I’ll never forget them glassy, unblinking eyes. You know, I’d made that gris-gris—what you all call a Voodoo Doll— myself.  Mawmaw taught me how when I was a kid back in Bayou Lafourche.  She said that since we were direct descendants of Marie Laveau, it was our legacy.  My mama died giving birth to me, so Mamaw was…

I Believe You. – Susan M. Conway

Originally posted on Blood Into Ink:
I Believe You. When you say there are ghosts, when you say you’ve seen them. I have too, so we aren’t much too different, you and I. When you said goodbye to a living person you’d die for is the cruelest fate. When you say it is easier to…

Survival – Megha Sood

Have you noticed the slow cleaving in my backbone? the seamless transformation the branching into my thousand self like a sapling breaking out from the blind seed. I’m sprouting I am growing breaking out of this cocoon. Growing like a medusa this fecundity of myself breaking out into the thousands version of me morphing into…

yes girls-Mela Blust

in steel country, in coal country daddy drove a truck and mama prayed good girls laid on our backs; we crushed our wings we let the machete of a slick man’s voice clear cut the thicket of our wombs we let the wet slick cries of a hungry thing slowly drain the fire from our…

Apollo’s Wolves – Allister Nelson

Murder, cold, written like fingernails that splintered off under weirwood, through fairy stones, see witch’s mark. Only a deal with the Devil speaks truth. Death’s gall she wrote, death’s sword she spoke. And the haints were close, and the bells closed in, and that wicked pianoman with his smuggler’s fingers plinked out a melody like…

the day that never comes-Gabriela M.

the sea throws fishing nets into the sky the blood of stars drops on a lonely shore acoustic ships fantasize under the reddish voice of night fingers of the truth pulsate inside the wombs of underwater weeds I comb my hair with dreams of roses and of salt you smoke cigars within the loneliness of…