• “Gothic, Colorado” by Zachary Kellian

    The snow crunches like stiff leather under his boots. He winds through the scrub pine and aspens, stragglers along the mountain tree line. An aspen trunk, bone white and skeletal in the winter, becomes a perch on which to steady himself. The snowpack is unpredictable here and he needs the rest as his lungs ignite…

  • “GROWING SWIRLING CLOUDS” By Thea Boodhoo

    “Mark died yesterday, Margery.” My tone was patient, sad but not distraught. The time for distraught was past, I thought. “Coral, don’t joke about those things. He was right here a few minutes ago.” I found a serious expression in my database and displayed it for her. “It’s not a joke, Margery. He left us…

  • “MeeToo” by Eliza Master

    I hopped to the high meadow near the top of our volcano with my daughter, Bakka riding on my shoulders. This afternoon was The Telling, when an old tortoise would recant the story of our partnered species, the Lagomorphs and the Giant Tortoises. Though I had heard this story all my life, it still made…

José Guadalupe Posada