by Ian Cumings illustration by Lonnie MF Allen As always, I’m screaming when I wake up. Above, my husband offers Ginger her breakfast, a glass of pink Moscato. She sips …
by Jesse Livingston Outside, it was a beautiful spring afternoon. Inside, the cat was floating about eighteen inches above the kitchen table. Kelly and I were standing in the kitchen, …
By Shimma Ali The ground was hard. I sat hunched on my knees at a rural crossroads in the dead of night. My fingers dug into the dirt, fingernails scratching …
By Josiah Hesse Father Ernie was gasping his last breaths when the faces of the children he’d abused appeared before him. It’d been decades since anyone called him “Father,” but …
By Roseanna Frechette Art by Lonnie MF Allen You drag yourself up the stairs like some kind of rock star zombie on Benzos from heaven. “WTF!!!” you have just texted …
Written by Aaron Howell and Illustrated by Jake Fairly Jake Fairly oozed forth upon the Denver comics scene from the catacombs of the Rocky Mountain College of Art and Design. …
By A.C. Koch During the summer between third and fourth grade, my buddies and I spent hours exploring the ravines along the creek and the back lots of all the …
By Jack Orleans Fling yourself over the pole,” Coach says. She knows Coach likes her body, otherwise he wouldn’t say “fling” that way. He wouldn’t put so much breath into …
By Amanda E.K. The old lady on the boarding house porch rocked from 8-3:00 every day in her old blue wooden rocking chair. Sometimes she sang, but mostly she mumbled—incoherent …
By Christie Buchele After the bar owner paid me less than he promised for doing 45 minutes of jokes, I tipped my head back and spilled my last shot of …
By Addison Herron-Wheeler Neeka pulled on her gas mask and headed out into the smoggy street. Looking around, she noticed everyone was wearing some kind of face protection. Although she …
