THE OHIO GRASSMAN GOES TO COSTCO The Ohio Grassman is having a bit of an identity crisis. Not in the clinical sense—he’s regularly attending therapy and practicing his active listening skills. In the mornings he whispers his mantras into the river moss and...
MIX-TAPE OBITUARY It sounds backwards, based on your reputation, but you don’t go to the liquor store, you head to aisle twelve of Northgate Market. That’s where it goes down, El No Sé Qué—The I Don’t Know What. You’re talking about some sci-fi grip—Big Sis was...
RABBIT MOON, LAKE NIGHTHORSE Glassine, the surface in which mountain and moon reflect. My lake. A soft one comes to the water’s edge, pad-pad pad… one-two three, a crooked waltz. I recognize the cadence, the long ears that shift toward any slight sound....
YAMABIKO 山彦 For two months, my brother lived with the yamabiko. When initial search-and-rescue efforts turned up empty-handed, the yamabiko understood that my brother, buried, was going to be a guest on his mountain until the weather conditions changed. In his...
The House on Ilanda Street by Yvette Ndlovu BWR 48.2 Fiction Contest Winner The house disappears on a Sunday morning in April. Mama, the neighborhood gossip, is the first to notice. She wakes up with the sunrise to pin her laundry up on the clothesline. Our backyard...
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