Playing House

By Octavio Quintanilla My seven-year-old wife has dinner ready for me by the time I come home. I’m a year older than she is and we have two children, though we are not sure of how we got them. After dinner, and after the small talk, we send them off to bed. They wed their […]

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February 14, 2018

By Alan Berecka Valentine’s Day fell that year, fell on Ash Wednesday. A calendar’s quirk—the human condition in a Hallmark moment: “Ashes to ashes, Lust to lust.” Alan Berecka resides in Sinton, Texas. He earns his keep as a librarian at Del Mar College in Corpus Christi. His work has appeared in such places as […]

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Saved

By Margaret Rozga Yesterday’s sky greyed. Then when we looked up from lunch, rain, the lake’s brusque blue dimpling. We allowed ourselves a lull, sipped coffee. Seagulls circled beyond the walls of windows. Later in the brief sun we walked, found on a park bench a scattering of leaflets, drenched, ink-smeared, dark, still readable: What […]

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Jungle

(about PTSD) By Jesse Manciaz (Xam’le Kuiz, Red Feather) I survived the jungle which tore into me a living thorn that ripped my flesh and infected my mind with, sorrow, regret, and scorn But I survived the jungle When I’m alone in the quiet, I sit on the edge of my bed In darkness, all […]

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Eagle Feathers

By Jesse Manciaz (Xam’le Kuiz, Red Feather) I sense it in the streets I hear it in their voices when they speak I feel it in my bones when they gather in the night I see it in their faces with their torches bright When they light their burning crosses more freely than before When […]

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It Ended Up a Sonnet

By Jordan Tate Maybe if we had bought our bandsany other time but our second dateany other place but the local Walmartany other mood but deeply arousedby now we might’ve been divorcedMaybe the trick was doing somethingwith the love of a gambler and faithof a junky so that despite our intentionseven the pawn shops wouldn’t […]

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Changing Faces

By Ruby Walker I I want to tell you a story without all the bad parts I want to squeeze out the sinking black phlegm of that sad prologue, that pity party, the melodrama of an unspoken plea, please don’t leave me I’m scared of what I’ll think when I’m alone Firefly street lamps flicking […]

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