Keening nuns turn to boreal fiends on their tidal island, filing through blind arcades fighting nor’easters. Heading chapel wise their habits keep their foreheads cozy. But the altar has gone green. The girls drop their…
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Wat Nong Bua Yai
Before the State had built the dam and Mother River wet the ochre earth with her reckless kiss, our villages converged here like veins meeting at the heart or rice-grains gathering in the gut. My…
Jeri Griffith’s Lush Silhouettes
We were excited to discover Jeri Griffith’s work in our submissions box last fall. The dreamlike silhouettes that bridge the surreal to the natural, imbued with stained-glass colors and shapes, brought to mind many of…
Venezia by Alex Lundy
at the first trace of blue I wandered the unpaths, finding myself thoroughly lost in a gray spritz of rain, …
Corridors by Ken Brosky
Had she spoken too harshly? Had she accidentally told him to map pugmarks, or misspoken? No, don’t do that, she told herself. Don’t let him gaslight you.