Stress 5 by Edward Michael Supranowicz
Edward Michael Supranowicz is the grandson of Irish and Russian/Ukrainian immigrants. He grew up on a small farm in Appalachia. He has a...
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Issue 8
Visual Art
Fiction
Nonfiction
Issue 8 Cover Art: "King of Wings" by Hung Ton
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Visual Arts
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Covid Color by Cynthia Yatchman
Cynthia Yatchman is a Seattle based artist and art instructor. A former ceramicist, she received her B.F.A. in painting (UW). She...
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The Red People by -Wingnut-
-Wingnut- has been an artist his Whole life, as many Artists have. But unlike others, -Wingnut- has spent 20+ years in the Tattoo...
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Abstraction by Cyrus Carlson
Cyrus Carlson is an abstract painter from the Midwest. Abstraction
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Obsessive Movement Syndrome-Returning Home 1, 4 & 5 by Alexaner Limarev
Alexander Limarev, freelance artist, mail art artist, curator, poet, photographer from Siberia / Russia. Participated in more than 1000...
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Island Shoreline Dreamscape by Michael Shoemaker
Michael Shoemaker is a poet, writer, and author of “Rocky Mountain Reflections” (Poets’ Choice, 2023). His photography has appeared in...
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In Bloom IV & V by Moriah Hampton
Moriah Hampton teaches in the Writing and Critical Inquiry Program at SUNY-Albany. Her fiction, poetry, and photography have appeared in...
Fiction
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About Last Night by Courtney McEunn
Courtney McEunn was born in Interlachen, Florida and raised in Lawton, Oklahoma. She received her BA in English at Cameron University and...
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Neighbors by Babak Movahed
Babak Movahed received both a Bachelor and Master’s degree in American Literature. He defined the type of writer he wanted to become by...
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Love's Bumpy Ride by Justin Aylward
In the past, Justin has published short stories for Fly on the Wall Press, Fairlight Books, East of the Web and The Write Launch. He also...
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Sun Poisoning by Robing Vigfusson
Robin Vigfusson’s stories have appeared in South Carolina Review, Foliate Oak, Meat for Tea, Glassworks, Tower Journal, Constellations...
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Last Visit by Brandon Everett
Brandon Everett is a fiction and non-fiction writer. The genres he writes include: science-fiction, paranormal, noir, thriller, and the...
Creative Non-Fiction
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Swimming With Aurora by Iver Arnegard
Iver Arnegard has published nonfiction, fiction, and poetry in the North American Review, River Teeth, the Missouri Review, and...
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The Good Girl's Chemical High by M. Rohr
M. Rohr enjoys getting free therapy by writing about the difficult stuff. She hopes sincerity and honesty helps others feel not-so-alone....
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The Aftermath by Angela Patera
Angela Patera was born in 1986 in Athens, Greece. She is an ESL teacher and a mother. Having studied English Language and literature at...
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Mold by Shannon Burns
Shannon Burns is an emerging writer based in Mt. Baldy, California. She has graduated in 2023 with a Bachelors of Arts degree in theater...
Poetry
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Alison Stone—My Doctor and I Throw Celebrities at Each Other
Why can't the body heal itself? True, Steve Jobs, who chose juice fasts over conventional treatment, decays on my doctor’s side, but...
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Riley Mayes—after hope
there is no lily of the valley / there is only one trash bag / lifting its wings / aimlessly down the canal / adrift in air seethed
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Alexander Etheridge—The Sea and the Light
We never know how the ocean
will finally take us under—
We wait in our dark boats / under the burning moon, / thunderclouds gathering.
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L. Ward Abel—Consider the Dragonfly
—the dragonfly knows his name / refuses to meditate / understands moments as hours / as days as years, seconds. Short. / Eternal.
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Ellen Roberts Young—Japanese Print
The fisherman has tied up his boat, / carries two fish on a pole over / his shoulder. Across the wide river / dim vista of trees and bushes,
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Len Krisak—THE CREATURE ADDRESSES HIS PAINTER
Nothing to eat but snow / As far as I can see. / You’ve turned my eyes right, so / I cannot know what’s back of me: / Shadows—violets
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Jason Ryberg—ONE WAY
the snow flowing // around it like a / flurry of a million white / moths who’ve mistaken // it for their god, or / just the moon
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Lisa Low—BLACK AS A HEARSE I PUT ON MY SKATES
One leap and I was over the hill, my skates and my arms shooting like pistons, on a lake that ran into a river and a river that ran...
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Clara Howell—Would You Believe Me If I Said: I Still Love You?
If I told you the left shoe you wore had no sole, would you think I was
lying? If you told me the burns on your fingers were from light
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George Eklund—Beyond the Ellipse
The jets made their marks above us The oceans swelled in the future of our Crippled smiles In the city the opera went broke Only to be...
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Jeff Newberry—The Fighter
The Fighter After the last one hangs up the gloves and goes home, he’s all mop and scrub, a bucket of cleaner, a white canvas sack full...
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Courtney Hitson—The Sestina that Sacredness Ended
What, exactly, makes an object or place sacred? Because when I hear that word, I picture a person—my father, alive, inhaling a lake-side...
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