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Issue Spring '26

Untitled by Jack Bordnick

Short Story

Promise Me Always

by Jayden Bird

Afghanistan, 2004 Nausea rolled through my empty stomach, the damp air heavy with the stench of urine and feces. Six weeks we’d been in this hell. Six ...read the full piece 
"Cocoon" by Johannes Christopher Gerard

Short Story

Proof of Magic

by Jowita Bydlowska

Inside me there is a flattened, pear-shaped organ called a pancreas, and a collection of other slick, cooperating parts I barely think about unless ...read the full piece 
"Elementals drawing" by Audrey Holmes

Short Story

Deda and Baba Forever. A Diptych.

by Mark Budman

One part of this story, “An Occurrence at Owl Creek Farm,” was originally published in a slightly different version in Moon City Review. I. A ...read the full piece 
"Falling Water" by Ian A. Maxfield

Flash Nonfiction

The Malwiya

by Amro Alkado

“Wisalna lo ba’ad? Ba’ad ishwiya lil cha’ab!” we chanted in unison. — “Are we there yet or not? Just a little further to go!” The minibus rattled ...read the full piece 
"Never Had Much Choice In It" by Benjamin Malay

Essay

The Bitter Smell of Sagebrush

by Aizhan Yesbolatova

When we approached the village, I didn’t recognize the house. It felt strange because, in my memory, it stood there so vividly; yet, when the driver ...read the full piece 
"Multiethnicity" by Viviana De Cecco

Flash Nonfiction

Chungking Express

by Cookie Noh

Reading English texts is taxing. Like a bricklayer, I have built understanding block by block with patience. However, the rare vocabulary items, ...read the full piece 
"Learning to Live off the Land" by Ann Keeling

Poetry

To Hold the Falling Light

by Melissa Luz

here —i try to hold what won’t stay and my fingersbecome cracked riverbedswhere things meant to be water refuse to settle since the first timei saw ...read the full piece 
"Cymbals after a Caesura" by Devon Balwit

Poetry

The Perfumers

by Oindrila Ghosal

The perfumers ply acrossThe crackedRugged promenadesIn silenceLike rows of ants.Like molten honeyThe overhead sunDrips down theirBare backs —Insulated ...read the full piece 

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