Table of Contents: Issue 6
Letter from the Editor Anne Frank HouseJudith Kingston A Reminder of What Went BeforeJudith Kingston HourglassBirdy Odell Gisele BundchenValium Hippy EverPoppyFrances Boyle The Glass Bottle Sang “I Ain’t Got Time Anymore” in 1971Kenneth Pobo Reading in the Twenty-Second CenturyKeith Mark Gaboury Camelot TriangleAllen Ashley Ten Minutes Past TeatimeElizabeth Chatsworth Bill…
Sojourn in Panama by Stephen Anderson
There is a sad soulfulness here to behold.It goes round and round in Spanish soundsthat ricochet off the walls of Casco Viejoand moseys on down narrow cobblestone streetswith its own special assonance and consonanceechoing in every barrio, mourning a past of some hidden might-have-been memory of a nation with wings once its…
Rhododendron by Lucy Whitehead
I am a princess alone among the rhododendrons, plucking the sticky flowers pushing as many as I can behind my small ears weaving them into my tangled hair. I raise a single blossom up to the sun see how it blazes deep pink all the way through, sunbeams glinting off the syrup at its centre wonder how it tastes want to put my tongue to it. One…
Ten Minutes Past Teatime by Elizabeth Chatsworth
June 12th, 1896 A.D., 4.10 PM The Irish Sea Miss Minerva Minett was rapidly losing faith that her hired sailors were of the highest caliber. Or sober. Or able to obey the simplest commands without discussion, pontification, and an inordinate amount of cheek. She huffed as the unfittingly-named Captain Smart…
Bioluminescence by Rabiu Temidayo
Consider the fact that the sky sinks something in us sky watchers every night in Agbowo, stand near the door and draw slow breaths from the unspeakable silence. hear the rustle and barking of watchdogs, and the sirens in the wind. Then I try to remember how to remember and forget even why I try. Some nights in…
A Reminder of What Went Before by Judith Kingston
When there were bombs and my grandma earned the Yad Vashem The spirit of the Blitz was fleeing:thousands of duffel coats, tagged,like luggage: handle with care: Gloves on string lost up sleeves,this way up: please come back soon.The train pulled away. My grandma was no believer but stillshe hid that awkward young…
The Happy Idiot by Robert Pope
In 1952, my father invented a functional time machine, but in order to fund completion he had been embezzling from his employer for several years. He worked for a Professor Stark at the university who had brought in a sizeable National Science Foundation grant for experiments unrelated to time travel.…
There’s only a one way ticket in a streetcar named Desire by Satya Dash
Do you remember that time you got accidentally attracted,that goddamn time when desire felt so criminal,that it guillotined your head into a bucket of shame. If parts of the body change texture to keep up with time,if words of the tongue shift shape to appease audiences,it must be only natural we’re all…
Witness by Scott Elder
The direction of flight and the wing’s flutter confirm the origin of firestill raging in your ear. The kick and bite of a .340 Magnum— a brutal entrance. The world—a freeze and a cringe, a fox in full leap, suspended in time, the physics of resistance, acceleration and fall, fused, and you pinned to the…
Arbutus – Frances Boyle
The shades of lost girls inhabit yousometimes, a flicker of celluloidrecognition, reflection of rageor calculated malice in widened dark pupils. A dream—the falling goes on, ceaseless, and timeloses meaning. You will yourself to be fluid, to find the water table in your veins, nourish a shaggy-barked tree, comfort a shaggy-headed man, cradling his hurt in your…
Take Us On A Journey To Somewhen
