The Specter of Norman Maclean by Chad Towarnicki The Pine Creek was an oil painting at dusk. The dark greens and greys that made up the mountainside bled into the water’s surface. The August droughts […]
[ The head, the girl, & the lighthouse; by Amber Renee [ The head, the girl, & the lighthouse; having left earth some time ago, capsuled or freeform I don’t know, but in any case […]
Flash, Then Gone by Matt McGee Gordon thanks God his brother turned him into a hockey fan. Had he not gone to Staples Center, he’d still think The Aura was his enemy. His first seizure […]
You Do. So I do. by C.L. Brenton I do not care about pressed napkins, dusted pianos or three-course meals. But you do, so I do. You do not care about harmonies, staccato rhythm, or […]
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