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Orbital
by Walter Smelt The moon’s been mulling things overand over. She’s tired of walking around the whole Earth,feeling on her back the seas’ weight.The moon is no longer sure whatshe’s advancing toward. The moonhasn’t spoken to anyone but Neil Armstrongin decades, and she worries she’s forgotten how.The moon didn’t like being walked all over, yetshe…
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it all melts down to this: a novel in timelines (Chapter 4)
by Ben Miller Ben Miller’s prose has appeared in Best American Essays, AGNI, Kenyon Review, Raritan, Southern Review, Antioch Review and New England Review amongst other publications. He is also the author of River Bend Chronicle and the recipient of creative writing fellowships from the National Endowment for the Arts and the Radcliffe Institute for…
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Linked
by Rachel D.L. Rachel D. L. is a queer, disabled writer and artist. She writes about disability for the Rooted in Rights blog and has published poetry, nonfiction, and comics in Anomaly, Colorado Review, Nat.Brut, and Entropy. She is an undergraduate at the University of Wisconsin-Madison and occasionally tweets @wordcalculator.
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Violet Bloom
by Sara Ryan violet is a spectral color. one might think the flower was named after the color, but it’s the other way around. violet has its own set of wavelengths on the spectrum of visible light. violet sounds a lot like violent. on the spectrum of visible light, it is between blue and invisible ultraviolet.…
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By Diverse Means We Arrive At the Same Enders
by Jeremy Klemin Lisbon, Portugal: July 8th, 2010 I see my mother’s maiden name everywhere. There are firsts. First cousins and first times hearing another person call my own mother cousin, prima. Is it the first time that I realize she is not just a mother but also a cousin, albeit one diluted by a…
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Poke
by Janine Kovac I put the bottle of vodka on the dressing room table and closed the door. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” Lára asked in her light accent. She squinted at me. “Of course!” I lied. I’d never lanced another person’s blister before but it couldn’t be too different from the countless times…
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DEXA
by Devon Houtz He takes a step closer to the table I lie on. “We measure the hips and lower spine,” he says, framing his hands over my pubic bone. “That’s really all we need.” This is standard, but he doesn’t mention it. There is, must be, a clean and logical explanation, developed through debate and…
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Last Known Tomorrow
by Larry J. Wormington Your assimilation begins at the Military Enlistment Processing Station, or MEPS. If military service were a lobotomy, MEPS would be the surgical prep area. Upon arrival, you’re stripped to your skivvies and interrogated by the most highly trained and experienced medical professionals indentured servitude can buy. Don’t answer truthfully any questions…
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Yoro Speak
by Matt Hall I. When the aliens arrived, they came with jobs. Offers for jobs, at least. Earth’s economy had really taken a nosedive those last few decades and because many people had all but given up, the aliens, who looked very human-like beneath those clunky helmets of theirs, were heralded as the Great New Hope…
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Periphery
by Ross Gormley The boy is walking along his usual path to school when he comes upon the small pond, a perfect circle of water, no more than five feet in diameter. Gravel lines its sides. Stones in the center look like tiny black icebergs. Hundreds of tadpoles swim between them. The boy’s shadow alarms…
