Issue 204
The tick bites down on Harriet’s neck.
Tag Archives: prose
Issue 203
If I flew a sign for my daily bread, I’d work...
Issue 202
Living inside a battered paper cup I dance for the sake...
Issue 201
One night, a long time ago, I lay half asleep in...
Issue 200
I’m the girl with hallowed ashes flaking from her hair.
Issue 199
No, don’t tell me this vignette is finally over
Issue 198
While manly jaws masticate shiny sandwiches Shovel whatever tends to be...
Issue 197
Get a dog. Walk twice daily. Dread its passing. With writing,...
Issue 196
I can see a mouth open in a hole under the...
Issue 195
There is no smell left in the living room and that’s...
Issue 194
The Maybe Baby will be a masterpiece of conceptual art, so say...
Issue 194 Contributors
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