We are proud to present
Issue Eleven: Tricks and Treats
of No Contact
The Ol’ Mud Theater
by Bob Schofield
Through the window, in the wide outer dark, I saw things I cannot rightly describe.
Miss Bay & the Parasite
by Elias Baez
Residue of the parasite was swabbed from a Dixie Cup
the infected used to sip water with his morning Klonopin
Shadowplay, Or So-and-So
by Nicholas Russell
She’s not hungry. Besides, there’s a fresh meal to finish downstairs.
Signs (Or M. Night Shyamalan’s Last Good Film)
by Bryan Harvey
Crop circles would be too dramatic,
like runes in place of the alphabet
Free Fall / Affliction
by Laila Amado
The track sighs and creaks as the chain pulls the train up the lift hill. The chipped red paint of the last car furrows like the down feathers of a barn owl.
Poem for the Last Time We Saw Our Father
by Kathy Key-Tello
Waited until fireflies fizzled out & breezes pressed fingers
of trees against double-paned windows—my sister loved those Degrassi reruns.
Being an introverted couple is hard especially when you’re invited to parties and you don’t really wanna go but you don’t wanna seem rude so you say yes anyway
by Shawn Berman
Especially when you’re invited to parties and you don’t really wanna go but you don’t wanna seem rude so you say yes anyway
The Abyss of Self-Knowing
by Robert Rubsam
Marcel took lunch in his favorite restaurant. It was the sort of stolid and old-fashioned place where everything is made of slightly scuffed wood, and it was known for its rare meats.
Haunted House
by Kristen Cleghorn
KELLY and SAM, two women in their late 20s, stand in front of a mansion outside the city.
Old Friend
by Gauraa Shekhar
Bat comes to visit, a bottle of Bacardi superior clutched tightly under her wing.
The Man in the Yard
by Elliot Alpern
There’s a man in a black suit and tie in the back yard, and I want to have a drink with him, I think, or else, well, I’m not sure.