January 2019
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
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
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 looms heavy & hard over the cowering untamable, my father’s yowling rage Earth-shaking against the Universal No.
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
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
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
Beauty, we know your story: Time’s violent scythe brought you into the world on a spray of jism (pronounced: sea-foam).
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.
