Apr 6, 2023 | All Fiction, Issue 7, Issue 7 Prose
AREA CODE: 743 (Greensboro, NC) Hey honey, I’m callin’ you back, but I can’t—I’m not gonna be able to talk. I can’t hear with all the damn static. Does this every time it rains. Anyhow, I got your call. If he woulda just got off his ass and...
Apr 6, 2023 | All Poetry, Issue 7, Issue 7 Poetry
I wasn’t careful. The medley of fruits (blackberry / raspberry / strawberry / blueberry), entwined with sugar attacked me as it was liquefying in the small pot beneath my hands. It scalded me, left a white dot the size of a snowflake on the soft flesh of my pinky...
