Vol. 5.3

Diddleybow by J. Camp Brown

Diddleybow by J. Camp Brown

Poetry, Vol. 5.3, Sept. 2011 The hollows the hollows, the empty rooms thrang, suffering their music, the empty rooms hum. Along the pillar, between a nail in the front porch’s slat floor (he’d clutched her there with sawdust strewn down, and shuffled) and the ceiling, […]

And She Shall Have Music by Khrynn McManus

And She Shall Have Music by Khrynn McManus

Fiction, Vol. 5.3, Sept. 2011 Only similes, only metaphors. And The dream’s the thing looping slickly through the mosh pit of her neurons like a brachiating ape said it too. A year should feel like something, she reasoned. A year should have weight and texture. […]

Make-Up Sex by J. Camp Brown

Make-Up Sex by J. Camp Brown

Poetry, Vol. 5.3, Sept. 2011 My apology has lain, palm-smooth, low her hackles manifest in bread she bakes— our oven, a knobbed, windowed perdition— and she is the jealous god burning. It has started shaky, said, smells good, hon then ashamed, zucchini? et cetera ‘til […]

After the Tire Blew by Cynthia Tracy Larsen

After the Tire Blew by Cynthia Tracy Larsen

Fiction, Vol. 5.3, Sept. 2011 The edges of this place are muddled. Amelia sits in a chair; the back is too low and the seat cushion feels like it has tennis balls sewn inside. Bill is next to her, squirming in a recliner. “Think a […]

Mandolin in White Wood, Backboard by J. Camp Brown

Mandolin in White Wood, Backboard by J. Camp Brown

Poetry, Vol. 5.3, Sept. 2011 The quilted grain of two maple planks won’t align at the center, but, in light, it trickles, and who would call the flow of a creek flawed, or mismatched across an eddy? Some days I don’t quite line up either. […]

Dear James by Travis Brown

Dear James by Travis Brown

Poetry, Vol. 5.3, Sept. 2011 I’m riding on the glass-bottomed boat now. The captain says that I am— like he is—a man. And already I’ve taken charge of the hammers. It is a life of too many temptations. I don’t have to tell you how […]

Yarn by Zin Kenter

Yarn by Zin Kenter

Fiction, Vol. 5.3, Sept. 2011 Tatossian began his weekly pilgrimage through the stories of strangers by browsing his memories in the library’s Main Fiction aisles: Ah! the lovely smell of lemon cake in A-B, the invisible sound and fury of a tin drum in E-G. […]

Yes to Ice Cream by Matthew Harrison

Yes to Ice Cream by Matthew Harrison

 Fiction, Vol. 5.3, Sept. 2011 When his sister died, Maximilian called nobody. He sat on the straight-backed chair in Gwendolyn’s bedroom. A bamboo tray in his lap held a piece of peanut butter toast and a yellow mug of coffee. Between bites and sips, he […]

A Pair of Wings by Travis Brown

A Pair of Wings by Travis Brown

Poetry, Vol. 5.3, Sept. 2011 And the seed is a hard house I enter softly like the rain on a tin chimney. Open sesame, I say, and then— a tiny unfolding colossus, the king unloading all of his trembling before and after an unending war […]

The Traveler by Amanda Fiore

The Traveler by Amanda Fiore

Fiction, Vol. 5.3, Sept. 2011 Chanarong has been catching fish for the woman for almost four years now. Though he has lived in Thailand since he was two and a half, it will never be his home. One day he will go back to the […]