at the Nursing Home, Lock Ward By Eric Machan Howd / Poetry /         she begged me not to leave her moments after we first met as if I’d abandon her like all the others still in her life that won’t do  she cried though I told her my backyard is full of wild forget-me-nots and I’ve never had the heart to mow them over for sod their small blue stars hold every story I tell them

By Martin Penman / Fiction / Nielson suspects that his client is a hybrid in the early stages of his development, but he’s not about to...

By Lisa Corn / Third Place, 2023 Plentitudes Prize in Fiction / On his way through the city back to the old man, Ivan noticed the pattern...

By Allisa Cherry / Poetry / Cut it all back I hear myself tell him. All the bright length I kept as my hair grew in silver. Eight or nine...