Basket

Two boys sat on a log in the middle of a valley. The trees surrounding them blocked out the sunlight and the boys had trouble seeing their hands in front of their faces. A woman appeared from a cluster of trees.

Roses

Sidewalk Devolution, by Sarah Bisceglie, http://www.sarahbisceglie.com/

A tall woman and a small man walked down the street one late morning in a town in New Hampshire. They looked confused and weathered and people stared at them as they passed by. She picked up a… Read More

Waking

Melting Men (detail), Nele Azevedo

Illustration: “Melting Men” (detail), by Nele Azevedo We held hands in my dream, in the waking sleepwalk I call living. We held hands and you explained the lightness in your touch — you were dead. It seemed so… Read More

Towards

Art: Paleolithic steppe bison, Cave of Altamira, Spain. It was only when the third sun rose and the heat became unbearable that she stopped. As the ritual of sun set began, she crawled from under the grasses and… Read More

The Girl and the Stone (dream/life 1)

By Peg Alford Pursell (In this first installment of a triptych of very short tales, Peg Alford Pursell explores how memory and dreams transform everyday reality. Her work is muted but luminous, full of open-eyed marvel and a… Read More

The Skin Shop

By Rosanne Griffeth This morning, there is no skin. No callous, no glove, no covering, just pink, flayed tissue with no granulation and white tendons barely holding everything together. I am a study in vivisection. My obicularis oris… Read More

Stop, Before it’s too Late

By Tantra Bensko Don’t open that note! The pages are folded over for a reason. Crackling of the adventurine-colored curtains gone moldy, and brittle, over the last century signals trouble all around you now you have started to… Read More

Tales of the Natural

By Tantra Bensko Sage, the courier said, once burned, will remove all evidence that I existed, and have left this package here. Burn it now, or the old woman across the street will know. You know how long… Read More

New Existence

She pervades all things. 1918 was the best of all creatures. You fear possible negative public feeling against them, and you cannot now retain my attention. Besides learned men from his meditation days, by asking of the north,… Read More