March 2019
Mothership
So we go out, our descent reconnaissance for the collective. We perform experiments with swirled words, crescent-moon eyes, and report.
Expedition Notes to the Surface of a Heart
The south-east patch of heart is rough, very calloused, almost scales. She tried to pluck them off. They turned to dips, then pock-mark fields.
Permanent Guest
After losing everything you love, how much more would you give up to remain in the happiest place on earth?
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Painting, in an Old Kitchen, Thinking of the Sea
You stand beside the window as I catch a simple scene: Payne’s gray countertop, a bit of teal to wash the walls, hot pink oil to fry the shrimp.
Q. & A. with Mike Sutton
The Arkansas lawyer, First Prize winner in our Fall/Winter Fiction Contest, discusses his short story “Gators.”
There’s No Place
Four walls of high red brick: this is a house. Hides stretched taut over posts: this is a house. Earth and straw plied between timbers: this is a house.
Piano Concert
Grand piano held a mouthful of maple tones. They cascaded with the release of pedal, keys and carnival percussion trapped bears and butterflies.
Beringia (Part I)
In an Alaskan landscape transformed by global warming, the archaeological find of a lifetime sets off a chain of irreversible events between lifelong rivals. An Arctic epic begins.
Beringia (Part II)
With civilization—and civilized behavior—far behind her, what remains to mark a modern archaeologist superior to her Ice Age forebears? A devastating adventure concludes.
Last Friday Evening
Something terrific has happened, my android manservant, HE, whispers, a synthetic peal HE thinks soothing. I stop chopping scallions.
