You slide the knife’s edge across the top of the cup, making sure there is not one speck of flour more nor less than called for in the recipe. Now you wipe the counter, clearing the pale dust from the granite before you move to the next step. Daughter or changeling? I don’t recognize you. Cookies today? I want to ask. Angel food cake? Haven’t…
Permanent Repentance
I break limbs. I stretch skin. I lock necks in place, with heads looking up to our Lord by snipping, shortening, and then re-stitching the sinews. I crack arms. I melt the tops of hands and attach the putty skin to the backs of wrists, palms flat and weighing the Heavens in an eternal pleading for forgiveness. I used to be a forger of steel….
Ronnie Wood And Rod Stewart Made Small Faces Into Faces
the caption reads Takes Pictures of Her S**t underneath the schoolteacher who wears a two-toned skirt and a pullover sweater with an appliqué of a Bichon Frisé the retired driving instructor Bertrand rarely discusses the loss of his parents in the Le Mans tragedy of ’55 they were numbers 33&34 of 83 I’ll be damned thinks the sheriff from Kanab in southwest Utah when he…
Solitude
Rohan Garg is currently a sophomore in high school who attends University School near Cleveland, Ohio. In addition to pursuing his passion for photography, he is a co-editor of his school’s yearly literary publication. His photographs have previously appeared in The Pea River Journal, The Decades Review, Hothouse Magazine, and The Sonder Review. Additionally, he has won a Scholastic Gold Key Award in photography.
Boneyard
The cemetery is small and overgrown. The statue of Catholic Jesus oversees from the roadside, the crown of thorns adorning his head and his nail-pierced limbs drooping from the wooden cross. Cars zoom by on the two-lane road as a blue SUV turns onto the gravel driveway. The red and white cathedral looms over the churchyard as the car parks across from the graves. A…