Issue 13: Spice
Fiction
Fiction | One Bedroom. One Bath.
“The apartment itself contained all the colors of the off-white rainbow: egg shell, dusty beige, and dirty vanilla.”
By Charlie Shoup
Fiction | Lake Hinds, OH
“I drove right up the edge of a cliff that Noah used to do jumps off of in the summers when he was a teenager. He’s still a teenager, I guess. He’d never not be a teenager, at least. He’d be sixteen forever now.”
By Aiden Blasi
Flash Fiction | Salt: My Mother
“The girl devoured salt like rice, by the cluster, and it was even sweeter when her mother wasn’t looking.”
By Emily Hoang
Flash Fiction | Anniversary Dinner
“How very sad, Martha thinks, around the sound of her embarrassment, which bleats louder than the braised lamb shank currently resting next to her husband’s potatoes probably did, in the minutes right before it became a shank, later braised, while it was still just a lamb.”
By Carina Cain
Poetry | I am a knock around
“Moving from pillar to pillar / Post, to post / Like a bouncing ball.”
By Paul Alleyne