THE EIDOLON

This story is about one person who uses multiple pronouns (he/she/they/ae). His name was Mantis. She considered herself young, but on...

I'll See You in Rome- or Reno by Clara Baisinger-Rosen November 16, 2021 Dear Michael, You remember exactly who I am. In fact, I’d be...

Sofia and Michael don’t ask too many questions at the front desk. It’s always Sofia and Michael at the front desk, thank God. Nobody else...

Content warning: this poem contains language pertaining to death. You are dead. That makes it sound like you still exist as a dead...

A little kid lay in bed, playing with the fringes of their blanket. First they looped the fabric around one finger, then pulled the end...

I’d split an orange with you. Everyone knows segmented fruits were made for two. How nice to eat as we wend Down scenic paths across the...

Calla’s grandmother always brought flowers when she came to visit. When Calla was little and time flew from one adventure to the next,...

Mr. and Ms. Richards did not have high expectations for their 30th anniversary. For one thing, there was that new global pandemic thing...

She lounges on the chaise Legs dangling while my heart she is mangling Not of ill intent but of ignorance. A grape as purple as a bruise...

I have a playlist on my Spotify. It’s filled with songs from the folksy banjos of the Secret Sisters to the dreamy, airlike voice of...

MOSCOW — After weeks of anti-Putin protests, Alexei Navalny’s list of accomplishments has just grown one longer. As Putin’s most feared...

Round and Round Panting. Their breaths mingling in the air Laughing. Heads tilted toward the sky Shouting and hollering At the top of...

I went on down to the madwoman’s home ‘Cause I heard she had powerful brews I knocked hard on her hobbit-hole door And counted what I...

Flowers Mark the Grave The path is Narrow Overgrown Forgotten I trace the path that I’ve made in the grass From visits often and overdone...

The cave was dark and humid, smelling awful and suffocating me. The statues remained still, in the same places, moss continuing to track...