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28 Feb

Apologies to Sandberg – David Alexander McFarland

Issue 17 (Feb 2020), Poetry No Comments

Pain comes on soft cat feet, curls up on my lower belly, waits until its weight becomes intolerable […]

28 Feb

The first time you babysit for the Watson boys, their father sits down at the kitchen table and tells you […]

28 Feb

We drank red wine lounging on a white bedspread. These were the danger days. “When are you going to play […]

26 Feb

Issue 17 (Feb 2020), Poetry No Comments

They pulled the tube that piped the poison into your heart. Words like remission are still too sacred to speak openly. Only […]

25 Jul

Arts, Issue 16 (July 2019) No Comments

1. CAN 810-1 Peggy’s Cove Rte 333: A foreground of unreceptive, imperious granite, but we know that waves must reach […]

25 Jul

My parents tell us there will be chickens at the funeral. I can’t help but snort, which doesn’t go over […]

23 Jul

Mary must have felt this way. No one asked her, and no one asked me. Even so, when the baby […]

23 Jul

I “Jan Frances.” “Oh, god. Jan Frances.” “I take it that means I win?” Cam was already rolling onto his […]

23 Jul

Now that I believe in reincarnation, I’m worried about my future. Must be boring for God to watch humans bumble […]

23 Jul

Tulum. A single word scrolled across my screen against a backdrop of turquoise water. I clicked to reveal an invitation. […]