May 2026
New Fiction by Dwight Curtis: Yacht Master
I’m all alone, floating down the Clark Fork in the middle of the night. I have a pepperoni pizza bungeed to the rear seat and the moon is so bright that my oars cast shadows on the water. The surface of the river is chopped up into white and black. It feels like I’m in a graphic novel. I’ve never done this before.
New Poem by Darren C. Demaree: “Emily as There is a Prison”
New Poem by Darren C. Demaree: “Emily as There is a Prison”
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New Nonfiction by David James: A Dream of Death, or the Consolations of History
Despite every dictator (and aspiring dictator) assuming that they alone can stop the arrow of time and…
New Nonfiction by Alan Stoskopf: If I Don’t Create, I Don’t Exist
The scars of war are everywhere in Kharkiv. Destroyed or damaged apartment complexes, stores, hospital…
New Fiction by Benjamin Inks: Contract
On Monday I wore a cowboy hat to work—just to see if I could.
Employees at Brick Albert seldom …
New Fiction by Brian Conlon: Gretchen the Dog
Gretchen had been a fighter pilot. I mean, she wasn’t actually, but she barked at the planes—loud. She…