Adam Patric Miller: Passing Through The Intersection
It made no sense to see him. He wore the leather coat he used to wear, an 8-ball on the back. Maybe this happens when you don’t acknowledge death.
December 17, 2025 · 3 Comments
Catherine Anderson: Diana’s Arrow
Nearby, I saw oak leaves
had settled like a helmet of ash on a statue
of Diana—protector of children,
women, all living things—the deity
whose arrow never misses.
December 17, 2025 · 12 Comments
Richard Hoffman: If You See Something, Say Something
I like complaining but afterward I feel ashamed
as if I met a man who had no feet from a bomb
my country sold his enemy for export rights to
this season’s coolest sneakers.
December 16, 2025 · 9 Comments
Terry Blackhawk: Legacy of Flames
the battering, the desecration
of a body let dangle from its limb
then gouged, sliced, and still the mob
craved more.
December 15, 2025 · 10 Comments