By: C. Eliot Mullins I was there when he died smoothing thinned hair against his spotted scalp He could not speak by then. They say lung...

By: Mikal Wix Her pupils receded into distant stars, pinpoints, divine and deep in their retreat— and her skin seethed with sweet ice...

By: Kurtis Ebeling Lying in Bed A thin shade glows with a pale yellow, draped softly over panes of glass. Irises drain quietly inward,...

By: George Perreault infrasonic we assume silence to be nothing though the deep basins ring with their hidden acapella and across the...