The Conservationist
by JENNA BUSCHMANN I’m his son. I’m ashamed to say that over the past decade of my life, that fact…
While Sweeping
by Kat Patterson | While sweeping popcorn I warm to thoughts of last night’s gathering: good soup…
Transplant
by Maurie Traylor | He looked at my nametag and, for a moment, I thought he might remember me.…
How to appreciate art in the modern age
by Caleb Hamilton | Don’t forget the primary goal: to enlighten, or lighten the spirit. Approach a…
Poem
by Catherine Larson I find that age, and mentality, and style, and knowledge, and most everything…
Nursery Rhymes With Tertiary, Sort Of
by Hans Pasco Whadda you mean no fat, no lean And that you’re gonna lick the platter clean? Mary…
Gamble
by Damian Anderson I draw. . . slowly, with a soft whistle around, piles of green, to place on the…
Church People Like to Touch You
by Jenna Buschmann Church people like to touch you They find you, sharks in the water Smelling the…
Mission Statement of the Sacred Mundane
by Corey Jenkins No one is here but me and the forgotten words of the dead and wise, and the lost…