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SURRENDERING TO THE DARKNESS: Nonfiction by Amanda Boleman
Every single one of us harbors darkness inside with demons waiting to escape – sinful thoughts that creep in or destructive behaviors we act on in moments of weakness. We can try to run and hide from this fact, but the shadow is relentless and always comes back. Leaving Bangkok, I was afraid of...
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This Love Poem Is All You Need to Read Today: Poetry By Jai Rho
She had moonpie eyes and a wildcat smile, draped by slow smooth sip of bourbon hair, the color of corn in the wispy July air And she wore purple and white Irises speckled with yellow as her dress, flowing in the tall grass beneath a willow sky Her feet embraced the earth between her toes,...
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Revisiting the Shooting: Fiction By Michelle Brooks
James rented the room for two nights. He stuffed the key, a plastic card advertising Domino’s Pizza, into his jacket before and drove to Claremont Village where Darrell and his mother still lived. A Jet’s skull cap lay on the passenger seat where it had been for six months, price-tag attached. James had been...
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Permanence of a Rose: Poetry by PJ Carmichael
Rose Tattoo The old man has a tattoo of a rose on his left cheek (of a rose) and his eyes have seen the horrors of this world (perhaps he cannot speak) and he stands outside in silence, smokes his endless cigarette, watches the pavement in its refusal to move. I don’t expect a…
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Daylight Savings?: Fiction by Sarah Davidson
When Leo gets in the car, the clock moves back an hour. “See?” Mom says. “I told you guys.” But we aren’t convinced. I’ve seen this happen this summer, sure. But I figure there has to be some sort of scientific explanation. I believe in science, and the internet, and evolution. I think if all…
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Car Thoughts: Poetry by Craig Patrick
take any exit that leads beyond the line of trees that guards this highway like occupation soldiers past construction zones and horn blast hysteria speed trap surveillance and brake light surprise toward the low-lying sun that marks the horizon like a lidless eye or better still – fly for the sake of…
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The People We Meet: Art & Fiction by Peter Donahue and Robin Nelson Wicks
My friend Katie is a psychic and cryptozoologist. As a cryptozoologist, she doesn’t stalk the typical variety of elusive, randomly sighted, unverified cryptids—your Sasquatch or Nellie or Jersey Devil. No, her quarry is far more ethereal, and apparently much tinier. They don’t inhabit deep woods or unfathomable lakes, but rather commonplace neighborhoods, typically…
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FIGURE PAINTING MYTHS: AN INTERVIEW WITH ARTIST DEREK OVERFIELD
Derek Overfield, based in Fairmont, West Virginia, is a contemporary figure artist whose paintings reflect his love of myth and tragedies. His use of minimalistic gestures fully capture the movement and emotions found in these ancient tales. (Above) “The Pain of Achilles” (latex and spray paint on canvas, 2017) FORTH: What inspires you to create…
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Dancing with Words: Poetry Book Review
I won’t deny it: I’m a sucker for love poems. Sad love. Happy love. Unsure-if-this-is-love love. Familial love. Big love. Small love. Heartbreaking love. Everyday love. And when it comes down to it, what in life doesn’t really come back to love, in any of its shapes and forms? Now, this is not to say…
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Secrets in Nature: Poetry by Alice Bliss
Walking Through a Garden on a Sunny Day Stone bench by slow rill adrift in sunlight, shadows weaving limply through. Thoughts of home, past and future, and the promise of bamboo. Bamboo bends softly like the curve of an elbow, gracefully resting. Catch glimpses of your face be- tween the click of closing…
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Rooting for the Underdog: An Author Spotlight On Vincent Chu
Photo Credit: Henriette Kriese Vincent Chu may hold back on calling himself a writer, but we’re not shying away from this claim. His fiction has appeared in several literary magazines including FORTH Magazine, PANK Magazine, East Bay Review, Pithead Chapel, and more—making him well deserving of the title. Chu’s recent debut story collection, Like A…
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In an ocean of hands: Poetry by Carrie Chappell
self-portrait as pickpocket now, i am an old woman in a window staring through, i mean, at your pants. and when we embrace, believe me, it is then your eyes dart like minnows close to the wand of my net. our images are caught in a voicelessness, and that’s what we admire on the metro,…
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Cousins & Cancer: Poetry by Bobbi Sinha-Morey
The Memorial At the memorial I saw my favorite cousin, the only one I’d ever really been close to, and the look of grief on her face, the slide show before us of Sara’s last days, the color of my cousin’s eyes, a flat grey light, once blue as a robin’s eggs, wishing I…
