A Catalog of Lies

Jen Grow

A guy named Fabian tells you you’re beautiful. He says he hasn’t dated for a while and wants to know all about you. You haven’t dated for years either, but after the end of a long relationship, you’ve been trading messages with men through an online dating site. Fabian is handsome and eight years younger than you. He says he ... Read More

Bark Like Skin

Jennifer Fliss

The craggy striated bark of the western red cedar felt like her mother’s arms, coated in eczema so rough, the little girl had always thought her mother might be part tree.

Her mother wasn’t there with her in the forest. Her mother was in bed, her immune system ensuring no young child with fingers sticky coated in the residue of ... Read More

Pulp

Kim Magowan
I used to have terrible nightmares about a giant named Jodi who had green skin and a blond bowl cut. Once, when I was four and we were living in Houston, I heard a noise, woke up, opened the curtain, and saw him. Jodi was sitting in a red convertible that he was much too big for, so he looked ... Read More

Blue Jew

Eleanor Levine
I am Louis Farrakhan’s favorite Jew—a lesbian intellectual with a purple Izod sweatshirt. * I am a bilious girl on my birthday with food poisoning from ribs like Momma made. * I go to the ER. A pipe in my throat connects to Moses. All Jews connect to Moses or Freud or Einstein or Rothschild. * Me the Hebe rests ... Read More

Civility in the Parking Lot

Eleanor Levine
New Jersey tar lines deconstruct one’s brain in a Volvo; the calm of an arc; your ass on a leather chair heated; a mobile phone next to you squeaking hyphens and periods. God is in relaxed mode and you do yoga or gyrate to the Ramones or phone John Hinckley Jr and ask if he has recovered from Jodie Foster ... Read More

Chicago Saturdays, 1969

Sarah Browning
My mother in the crappy kitchen, before the renovation, boiling berries for jam. The kitchen is crappy so she’s painted it royal blue and it shimmers in the Chicago heat, strawberries popping on the ancient stove. On the ceiling she’s painted giant petals springing out from the one bare bulb. Oh, cast-iron sink so deep, narrow metal cabinet, counter tacked ... Read More

Do I call them the lonely years

Sarah Browning 
nights alone in dive bars watching baseball, sipping cheap gin? I was relieved to be alone, to loose the vigilance I’d kept over the man I’d lately left – would he uncoil his impatience, his anger: not at me / at me / later, when I thought an evening a success, we’d relaxed a bit, but no, he’d tell me, ... Read More

Mars is the Pick-Me-Up Planet

Richard Peabody 
Saturday I’m between COVID shots. Retired. Nothing to do. The libraries aren’t taking book donations. So, I spend my days
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Interview: Suzanne Feldman

Interview by Nathan Leslie
Suzanne Feldman graduated from the Maryland Institute College of Art in 1981 and received a Masters in Creative Writing from
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As Within So Without: & other writings by Daniel Barbiero

Reviewed by Charles Rammelkamp
“As Within So Without” Essays Arteidolia Press, 2021 $15.00, 188 pages ISBN: 978-1736998304 Daniel Barbiero’s philosophical essays on aesthetic topics
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The Gold Bullet

Sean Murphy

Warily, she placed her piece—a petite, faux-platinum number that, her nephew had joked, wouldn’t stop a squirrel much less an
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Storm Surge

Murali Kamma

“I wonder what happened,” Jai says, picking up the remote control. “With the hurricane, I mean. It was on the
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Complicity

Peter Cherches

I had just walked out of Russo’s, where I picked up some finocchiona and Sicilian primo sale cheese with black
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Black Mold

Ace Boggess
I never would’ve noticed were it not pointed out during my uncle’s quest for a leak that confounded many scholars
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Grief

Brandon C. Spalletta
Grief is a heavyweight boxer who’s trained his whole life for twelve long rounds with the masterpiece you thought you
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Barge

James Croal Jackson
Where I go from here, I cannot say. Stacks of uneven boxes. Manufactured forests. The power of chainsaw abused. Pull
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In Sunday School today my teacher said

Gale Acuff
that Jesus is the answer so I raised my hand to have some fun and she called on me and
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Mistakes

Doritt Carroll
there are so many mistakes to make in a day they crowd together like beans in a jar faces in
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Career Day, 2002

Alexander Eikenberg
A fireman I knew, the father of a friend once brought to my school his Pulaski axe: a heavy wedge
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Ascensions on the Blue Ridge Parkway

Barbara Westwood Diehl
A view through coin-operated binoculars, a squirming child hoisted up onto a hip Always the erasure of clouds the pale
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After the Hegira

Jeffrey Dieter
He comes back to the house, its unassuming frame. What the windows collected remains: some ruined crocuses, rust-dipped leaves. No
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Lake Incident 

Fred Johnston
They continued down the quayside And I was drowning (the story’s weightier that way) Lapped into the breathing tide of
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Maumee, Maumee 

Terry Bohnhorst Blackhawk 
Fish leap and splash, grasses’ heads toss in the wind, the bowed-over, weighted-down willows swish and sigh, and the river
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Follistim Pen

Toby Goostree
I unscrew the cartridge holder from the body of the pen in order to load it. I set the body
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Washi

Ryan E. Holman
Pull the paper at least three times: Shake it back and forth the first, Side to side the second, Back
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