That summer in the French Riviera Katherine Jimenez Goofy, my darling, do you remember how we used to dance to Jazz? There was a piano...

Srinivas “Srini” Mandavilli On a day like any other day, like “yesterday or centuries before”, dogwood blossoms drift down at evening...

Liam Duffy Salt-caked lips puncture the surface above, Before lungs inundate with brine. I still see you pinned in Aegean sky; brilliance...

Will Carpenter We rode past on our bikes for a week only slowing, as though we had somewhere else to go, gawking as the yearling deer’s...

Ian Koh …floor by floor window by window until they see ornaments to adorn bare skin: square, triangle, diamonds, ovals, pyramids, the...

Matt Gillick Our tour bus dug through a hedged edge of Wicklow highway, sunny petals brushed against the window. Out from distant thatch...

John Muro Go, then, and gather up your promises as plentiful as queleas rising near dusk or the air-borne shoal of pollen so dense you...

Set-Byul Moon At night she sits tight like a tree With five fruits still growing and Shaking feeble limbs and leaves About to wither...

Caitlin Andrews When An Gorta Mór seeped into the bones of Ireland’s one-room hovels, when the potato crops ate themselves, the...

Sam Thuesen They started with sex toys. It seemed like the obvious solution. Julie thought her husband Richard’s first midlife crisis at...

Rose Malone It was four years before I saw André again: the back of his neck, going down the stairs in the National Concert Hall, that...

Colin Brzezicki It was silly to panic over a postage stamp. Even a little worrying at her age. What did Matt say last time he was home?...

Harry Lowther I browsed sleepily, lulled by the sound of gushing water, nakedness, and a comfortable but unfamiliar bed. A former...

Jim Schepker Grandma was wiry thin, bent over when she shuffled beside her bamboo cane, and dotted with brown spots on her taut neck and...

Jim Ward I know the reason Facebook is predominantly blue is because Mark Zuckerberg is colour-blind. I also know we spend more hours on...

Christopher Miguel Flakus Bill “Big Country” Bandolini, 1971 Galveston, Texas---2021 Marfa, Texas Bill wouldn’t have liked to hear...