We are proud to present
Issue Seventeen
of No Contact
Constant Flow
by Chella Courington
counting years like a handful of coins, knowing they would be spent for trinkets, a pair of gold earrings or the mermaid wind chime sculpted from copper wire
Box Elders / Summer of ‘66
by Robert Vaughan
I taught myself to disappear, that summer we moved into a duplex without dad.
My Daughter Already Knows All the Words
by Jack B. Bedell
And I want her to be able to say “okay” and mean it. To know the difference between asking and praying.