January 2019

Piltdown Resteth . . . sort of

Piltdown Resteth . . . sort of

We’re closed to submissions for a few months, but don’t worry. We already have great new poetry and fiction queued up for you through the spring, and we’ll have contest winners to share soon too!
Space Coast

Space Coast

Water whispers over bone, and salt air pulses like blood in the Florida night. When you’re the only one of your kind, why resist the call?
Animal Hospital

Animal Hospital

Before my coat is off three lines are ringing. “Animal Hospital, please hold. Animal Hospital, please hold. Animal Hospital, how can I help you?”
The Uncastrated Sky

The Uncastrated Sky

The uncastrated Sky looms heavy & hard over the cowering untamable, my father’s yowling rage Earth-shaking against the Universal No.
The Hutch

The Hutch

Bold white spray-painted letters drip until they pool like blood—sinister in regard but their meaning lost on me.
Wanted Animals

Wanted Animals

Nothing’s lonelier than the conviction that, if you wandered off into the woods alone, no one would come looking for you.
The Birth of Athena

The Birth of Athena

Happy Mother’s Day, dear Metis, Titan trickster, though you hate this day. Happy Mother’s Day, dear Metis, wherever you may be.
Ten for Ever and Ever for Tenner

Ten for Ever and Ever for Tenner

She had lived in her little valley, alone, for twenty years, fending for herself. Then she saw the telltale plume of smoke.
The Birth of Aphrodite

The Birth of Aphrodite

Beauty, we know your story: Time’s violent scythe brought you into the world on a spray of jism (pronounced: sea-foam).
Borrowings of the Shan Van Vocht

from Borrowings of the Shan Van Vocht

I am more than I seem. A jaw that does not fit. The thick femur that rubs this pelvis to an ache. A skull that can’t quit echoing in the chaos.

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