Issue #65 December 2016

  • OLD LOVE LETTERS

    I too have my stack
  • Nurse at a Bus Stop

    The slow traffic takes a good long look.
  • Editor’s Note

    December: and once again I find my subject in that recent trip home to Louisville, freshened this time by a…

    Issue #65 December 2016
  • Night World | The Gentle Soul

    The barbed-wire vines
  • ATTRACTION

    a literary critic wrote some
  • SOMETHING LIKE A WING

    One day they took him in a car all over the country and he hid in his
  • A Photo Of My Father That Doesn’t Actually Exist | Take The Body From The Ground

    Her clothing says Old Europe
  • Linda Pastan: The Secret Giver

                            NM: Hi Linda. I’ve long admired how seamlessly…

    Issue #65 December 2016
  • Amish Trivedi: Confessions of a Contest Junkie

    If you have any vice or addiction in your life – and we all have something – you probably already…

    Issue #65 December 2016
  • Micah

    For a moment I was on trial
  • Delete the Bird

    My will was just a constant cuckoo
  • All the time I pray to Buddha…

    Issa, I killed 8 gophers this fall, held
  • In Brief: Hera Lindsay Bird, Michelle Bitting, Bruce Bond, Aracelis Girmay, Connie Wanek

    “If you slit your wrists while winking,” New Zealander Hera Lindsay Bird asks in her debut collection’s opening poem, “does…

    Issue #65 December 2016
  • LEONTES

    Elusive, but only sweetened by
  • ALL THE BOYS

    my face is old now
  • SPENCER HILL

    is steep, so breathing hard we sink down into a front pew,
  • KINDNESS DETECTOR | TRUTH IN ADVERTISING

    It looks like a bamboo flute, but has a motor that draws air across a copper plate treated with chemicals which,