“There are moments, above all on June evenings, when the lakes that hold our moons are sucked into the earth,
and nothing is left but wine and the touch of a hand.”
Charles Morgan
and nothing is left but wine and the touch of a hand.”
Charles Morgan
CELEBRATING 5 YEARS AS A LITERARY JOURNAL
SUMMER THEMED ISSUE WILL OPEN ON JULY 1, 2019: ALL THINGS ANNE (GREEN GABLES)
CONGRATULATIONS TO JOE BAUMANN FOR HIS STORY HERE WHICH WILL BE INCLUDED IN THE 2019 BEST SMALL FICTIONS ANTHOLOGY!
SUMMER THEMED ISSUE WILL OPEN ON JULY 1, 2019: ALL THINGS ANNE (GREEN GABLES)
CONGRATULATIONS TO JOE BAUMANN FOR HIS STORY HERE WHICH WILL BE INCLUDED IN THE 2019 BEST SMALL FICTIONS ANTHOLOGY!
"Underneath" by Denny E. Marshall
2019 Christine Prose Poetry Award winner
HAIBUN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT
AMANDA MOORE
Though she knows better the girl still says nightmere a relic of early language when she also said fleamingos and girled cheese. Nightmere as if to belittle: merely at night, merely a vision and not some charging mare galloping through dreams to tear and divot the fragile terrain of sleep. She holds onto this verbal tic and I my mother’s ear, which hears her steps outside our room past 2 am, her tall 13-year-old body filling the doorframe and a whimper of explanation: nightmere. And so she log rolls between us stiff at first, no longer familiar with the sensation of family bed, sleeping between the two bodies that made hers. Soon she curls toward fetal, her body’s twitches a metronome to better dreams, her mind shifting to work that can’t be done in the waking world and she rolls toward me, slings an arm around my waist and sighs.
How rare these days to
be her comfort—I can’t sleep
from such delight.
HAIBUN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT
AMANDA MOORE
Though she knows better the girl still says nightmere a relic of early language when she also said fleamingos and girled cheese. Nightmere as if to belittle: merely at night, merely a vision and not some charging mare galloping through dreams to tear and divot the fragile terrain of sleep. She holds onto this verbal tic and I my mother’s ear, which hears her steps outside our room past 2 am, her tall 13-year-old body filling the doorframe and a whimper of explanation: nightmere. And so she log rolls between us stiff at first, no longer familiar with the sensation of family bed, sleeping between the two bodies that made hers. Soon she curls toward fetal, her body’s twitches a metronome to better dreams, her mind shifting to work that can’t be done in the waking world and she rolls toward me, slings an arm around my waist and sighs.
How rare these days to
be her comfort—I can’t sleep
from such delight.
JUNE
NONFICTION & PROSE POETRY
2 POEMS
JENNIFER WOODWORTH
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SOPRANO
What if you told me one day how you went out to feed your chickens, and told me about the chickens, and how you saved your favorite girl for last and what you like about her and how did you get her and what does the reflection of the sun glimmering in her feathers make you think of
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WHAT WE CARRY
ELIZABETH TEMPLEMAN
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What we carry, like jugs of water in a desert, sustains us, even as it pulls us down.
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ELIZABETH TEMPLEMAN
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What we carry, like jugs of water in a desert, sustains us, even as it pulls us down.
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SILO RISING
CHRISTIE TATE
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From the flat line of pasture, the silo towered over the barns made of wood that weathered to gray after the first winter. It held the grain of the season for the mouths of the country.
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CHRISTIE TATE
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From the flat line of pasture, the silo towered over the barns made of wood that weathered to gray after the first winter. It held the grain of the season for the mouths of the country.
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HEADLESS DOVE
THOMAS GRIFFIN
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A headless dove rumples the front lawn, the aftershock of last night’s cat frenzy.
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THOMAS GRIFFIN
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A headless dove rumples the front lawn, the aftershock of last night’s cat frenzy.
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JUNE
FICTION
STANDING RESERVATIONS
REBECCA JACKSON
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Paul looked up as Melanie entered the restaurant. He stood and pulled out her chair, resting one hand against the small of her back. He leaned in, placing a lingering kiss on her proffered check. “You look stunning,” he murmured, pleased when she blushed and dropped her eyes to the linen tablecloth.
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TO ESTABLISH CARE
ROSEY LEE
I hate when patients cry. It gives me less time to get things done during the appointment. Assuming she had children, I asked if she could live with one of them while she recuperated.
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ROSEY LEE
I hate when patients cry. It gives me less time to get things done during the appointment. Assuming she had children, I asked if she could live with one of them while she recuperated.
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JUNE HIGHLIGHTED CONTRIBUTORS:
Thomas Griffin’s poetry has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, recognized with an Academy of American Poets Prize and continues to be published widely in journals, magazines, reviews and anthologies. His most recent chapbook is All That Once Was You (Finishing Line Press, 2018). Thomas has a BA in Language, Literature & Writing and an MFA in Writing.
Rebecca Jackson is a debut author from Prattville, Alabama.
Rosey Lee is an emerging writer and New Orleans native who lives in Atlanta. Her work has appeared in Bending Genres and Literary AMWA. She enjoys cooking, flower arranging, listening to live music, and occasional bursts of fanatic bargain shopping. Learn more at her website – roseyleebooks.com, and follow her on Twitter @roseyleebooks.
Christie Tate is a former Texan who now lives and writes in Chicago. Her essays have appeared in The New York Times (Modern Love), Hippocampus, The Pithead Chapel, The Washington Post, Nailed Magazine, and others.
Elizabeth Templeman lives and works in the Central Interior of British Columbia. A collection of her essays, Notes from the Interior, was published in 2003 by Oolichan Books; individual essays have appeared in The Globe & Mail (“Facts & Arguments”), and journals including Room Magazine and Southern Humanities Review.
Dawn Vogel's academic background is in history, so it's not surprising that much of her fiction is set in earlier times. By day, she edits reports for historians and archaeologists. In her alleged spare time, she runs a craft business, co-edits Mad Scientist Journal, and tries to find time for writing. She is a member of Broad Universe, SFWA, and Codex Writers. Her steampunk series, Brass and Glass, is being published by Razorgirl Press. She lives in Seattle with her husband, author Jeremy Zimmerman, and their herd of cats. Visit her at http://historythatneverwas.com.
Jennifer Woodworth studied creative writing at Old Dominion University. She is the author of the chapbook, How I Kiss Her Turning Head, published by Monkey Puzzle Press and is the recipient of the A Room of Her Own Orlando Prize in Flash Fiction and the Nassau Review Writers Award in Poetry. Her stories and poems have appeared in Ginosko, Bop Dead City, Opium, and others. She knows how lucky she is whenever she gets a moment to write.
Thomas Griffin’s poetry has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize, recognized with an Academy of American Poets Prize and continues to be published widely in journals, magazines, reviews and anthologies. His most recent chapbook is All That Once Was You (Finishing Line Press, 2018). Thomas has a BA in Language, Literature & Writing and an MFA in Writing.
Rebecca Jackson is a debut author from Prattville, Alabama.
Rosey Lee is an emerging writer and New Orleans native who lives in Atlanta. Her work has appeared in Bending Genres and Literary AMWA. She enjoys cooking, flower arranging, listening to live music, and occasional bursts of fanatic bargain shopping. Learn more at her website – roseyleebooks.com, and follow her on Twitter @roseyleebooks.
Christie Tate is a former Texan who now lives and writes in Chicago. Her essays have appeared in The New York Times (Modern Love), Hippocampus, The Pithead Chapel, The Washington Post, Nailed Magazine, and others.
Elizabeth Templeman lives and works in the Central Interior of British Columbia. A collection of her essays, Notes from the Interior, was published in 2003 by Oolichan Books; individual essays have appeared in The Globe & Mail (“Facts & Arguments”), and journals including Room Magazine and Southern Humanities Review.
Dawn Vogel's academic background is in history, so it's not surprising that much of her fiction is set in earlier times. By day, she edits reports for historians and archaeologists. In her alleged spare time, she runs a craft business, co-edits Mad Scientist Journal, and tries to find time for writing. She is a member of Broad Universe, SFWA, and Codex Writers. Her steampunk series, Brass and Glass, is being published by Razorgirl Press. She lives in Seattle with her husband, author Jeremy Zimmerman, and their herd of cats. Visit her at http://historythatneverwas.com.
Jennifer Woodworth studied creative writing at Old Dominion University. She is the author of the chapbook, How I Kiss Her Turning Head, published by Monkey Puzzle Press and is the recipient of the A Room of Her Own Orlando Prize in Flash Fiction and the Nassau Review Writers Award in Poetry. Her stories and poems have appeared in Ginosko, Bop Dead City, Opium, and others. She knows how lucky she is whenever she gets a moment to write.
