OCT/NOV 2026 / ISSUE 55

gas stations no. 1

by Isabelle (Iz) Schrader

eddie’s, which is really a marathon, is a special spot to me because it’s where i’d go to fill up on gas after working second shift at the waffle house up the street…

IT WAS GOLDEN

by Amra Brooks

I invited Wyatt over for dinner. I made a curry that I had made a thousand times and that night it turned out terrible. We stayed up late talking. My insides tingled…

Photographs

by Mary WysongHaeri

I watch my husband of fifty years walk toward me, out of the calm, warm waters of the Pacific. He’d been swimming and is bare-chested. He is a handsome…

flagging ambivalence

by Katie Brewer Ball (KBB)

You two would def eff I told them in the bonfire night of this big top
behind a stone dog and a prairie rose..

I, a Hen

by Ann Spiers

I, a hen, am at the wheel
in my pickup, red Toyota, heat on full blast.
My eggs incubate under the dashboard…

The Agains and Agains

by Marisa Cadena

It’s cold and grey here. A cold and grey that penetrates. Permeates. My ghosts linger here—the ones I pretend don’t exist in my real life…