1969
by Kathryn Kulpa
You gave up chocolate for Lent but it didn’t take. You aren’t good at saying no. Hungry girls want everything.
The Escape Artist
by Partridge Boswell
In the museum of trauma, you stand back at least ten feet from each painting. Out of respect for other patrons mainly and the tacit rules of viewing.
Watching You Nap Beneath a Faded Quilt
by Angela Chaidez Vincent
The body is past tense. / It’s here, but / it’s already happened
Not
by B. Fulton Jennes
On Saturdays, our father loaded / his disappointment of daughters / into the back of the Chevy / and drove to the hardware store
Sunday Morning
by John Glowney
And the gray patches of sky over the house today / are nothing that a fresh coat of paint and some lilacs / wouldn’t fix.
It all began around a campfire…
Beautiful language
is meant to be heard as well as read, and in fact words were vocalized eons before they were ever committed to clay or parchment. Storytelling began around campfires. We seek prose and poetry that continue the tradition.
Contributor Spotlight:
Love and Hot Chicken
by Mary Liza Hartong
Open Contests
by Stephen Parrish, with the editors of The Lascaux Review