Fiction by Robert L. Penick

“Soldiers found him on his back, eyes staring through the broken ceiling at blue sky, as white doves flitted, freely, from rafter to rafter.”

Poetry by Bruce Greenhalgh

“Rain fell / It had no choice, / what with gravity and all that.”

Fiction by Jacob Wrich

“Over and over, he drops the balls, each time only able to juggle briefly before he drops them. The vultures encompass him in a broad circle, hopping and spreading their wings.”

Poetry by David P. Miller

“Alive most between rain and drop, / the stays between / one strike, the next, each / with its ear-beat.”

Poetry by Allister Nelson (Serialized Chapbook)

“Olympians are just, the women they / desire are pure, they don’t fuck in dirt…”

Poetry by Dario Cvencek

“the buzzing of the city –  paused!

the chirping of the birds –  paused!

the laughter of the children – paused!”

Micro-fiction by Swetha Amit

“It will take a while for Pa to clean up the mess.  I wait for the storm to arrive.”

by Jordan Trethewey and art by Laura Kenney (Writer-in-Residence)

“Well, Judy, we tried our best.” / “We certainly did, Judy. / They chose to bake themselves.”

Poetry by M. Kelley Peach

“The chorus of Mr. Ford’s / Children sing a song of sorrow. / A dirge voiced in screeching rubber tones.”

Fiction by Johnny Byutorie

“‘Holy shit! Did you see that kid kill Joey!? What the actual fuck fire head emoji’

‘It was an accident! They were trying to help; don’t blame the kids, blame whoever installed faulty junk into our school red angry face emoji’

‘Those poor kids must be traumatized angel baby emoji’”

Fiction by Marcus Silcock

“I do not like to expose my neck to the barber. My head is full of migratory birds, thinks Kato, walking the dust park remembering the lush fish.”

Poetry by Cody Cook

“Some take the blood as ink, / To write what they cannot know- / A grief they hold no claim to.”

Fiction by Tom Stuckey (Writer-in-Residence)

“There was no apparent centre to the town, just rows and rows, and like bees they continued to build, almost in a natural and spontaneous way. A centre would come soon, it was inevitable, and a form of hierarchy, and then the rebellion.”

Poetry by Brandon Shane

“I touch his cheek, / and he emerges after a decade / consuming the roots of his daydreams…”

Fiction by Mark Daniel Taylor

“The murderer is lost, directionless—he will be looking for guidance…He’s not asking God who to kill next, he’s asking for redemption.”

Poetry by Zev Levinson

“Children bestride pulsation evernigh Slickening eyebeams betray such wonderfolk Tender this expedition innocent and scarred Outlasting fear as Echidius Stumple did”

from Dispatches from the Frontlines of America’s Third Red Scare by Wesley R. Bishop

“A sitting judge. A sitting mayor. Both arrested. Both charged. Neither accused of violence. Both punished for challenging the machinery of fear.”

Fiction by Marty Shambles (Writer-in-Residence)

“The mansion and the cars were now probably in the hands of some rapper doing fat rails off Harry's countertops and fornicating in his hot tub, spunking up the filters.”

by Dylan Desmond, from Altered Spaces: Championing the Uncanny (column)

“Like a drop of water and coffee combining on a plate, Thomas understands he and Anne’s connection. “I was her tragic double.” Both aspects of being and non-being connecting as simultaneously living and dead instances the two shared a current of understanding in ignorance. Like the sun, using all its energy to make itself night.”

Fiction by Joshua David Bellin

“If our practices are guided by rationality and theirs (seemingly) by magic, who can say at what point the former might not have evolved from the latter? Who, indeed, can claim a monopoly on reason?”

Poetry by Stephen C. Middleton

“So, tonight we dance / In the town under the mountain / & tomorrow / …all fall down.”

Poetry by Ron Whitehead (Writer-in-Residence)

“Make love with thunder, / laugh with the roaring wind.”