Pumpkin Ash and Cypress Knees Katherine Quevedo __________ Bald cypress thrusts its knees in knobby little spires just above the waterline. Pumpkin ash bulges at the base of its trunk, engorged with brackish drink. By moonlight, I can almost discern the red spikes of cardinal flowers craning their necks alongside…
Read MoreFeu-Follet Danelle Lejeune __________ This trace is what’s left of us. Look for the weight of light, the particles falling down like crumbs. The mass of the universe is choking, leaving lines, chain burns, in my flesh. These pieces of you, pieces of me, we are stardust. The music of…
Read MoreRyleigh Wann __________ Lore of Swamp Girl I wasn’t always this wretched. Men paint me up when they talk outside the shaken down juke joint, drunk off warm whiskey, drool pooling from snarled teeth: the woman who hides in the swamp off the Delta— murky with moss and mud and…
Read MoreRachel Pittman is a PhD candidate at Georgia State University where she teaches composition. She holds an MFA from McNeese State University. Her writing has appeared in miniskirt mag, Whale Road Review, Gingerbreadhouse, & Grimoire Magazine.
Read MoreAbbie Skinner Abbie Skinner is an MFA/MA candidate at McNeese State University. Originally from Southern California, Abbie has spent more than half her life living in New York and abroad. She is happy to have settled in Louisiana for now, at least until her next adventure takes her someplace else.…
Read MoreEverybody’s Everybody Brady Achterberg __________ My friend Dan died the other day. That’s fine by me apparently. I don’t get sad for shit. I am a dumb animal that only responds to physical pain. I used to think it was because I was young but now I’m 31 and the…
Read MoreAlex Wells Shapiro For Alaina Getzenberg, Charlotte Observer Reporter __________ An Ekphrastic Fable about Construction Workers’ Breakless 8 Hour Effort to Remove a Racist Owner Strapped under the pits, bronzed Jerry Richardson flies away, sloppily offering a football by the nose to passerbys pausing at the spectacle like Jesus’s limp…
Read MoreConcussion Zachary Hughes __________ The weight sits just above, just behind my eyes, Not throbbing or jabbing at me sharply— It just pulls—makes my eyes and head want to sink down— If someone told you to hit your head against the wall over and over, Would you do it? What…
Read MoreWith the Intent Pablo Piñero Stillmann __________ Things were dicey between her & the boyfriend. I was, I guess, “the other man,” even if I didn’t much feel like one. An evening after wasted hours of pre-season football, the woman took me to a party at her cousin’s place. I…
Read MoreTough Call Dave Malone __________ When my father reffed high school football games, he kept a mental log of epithets the fans yelled and shared the best over Schlitz with his newspaper buddies on our patio. It was mostly laughs except for the occasional telling after a six-pack of the…
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