TWO POEMS – Tim Kiely

the cake is made of Walthamstow
a dense and glutinous Walthamstow
we are going to make Walthamstow
a Titanic success for Walthamstow

The Generation of Dogged Persistence – Marie McMullin

‘When All Looks Bleak, Keep Going, for What Else Is There?’ – The Generation of Dogged Persistence The setting: my kitchen in the early evening, lights filtering through the window and the door open onto the hallway. The atmosphere: cheerful but low-key, with a smidgen of excitement at the prospect of letting (reasonably) loose. The…

TWO POEMS – James Carroll

She’s pulling up weeds from the flowerbed
And then starts feeling one tug back,
Wrapping her water grip and dragging her
Through the claggy earth.

ONE POEM – Sally Yazwinski

Sally Yazwinski was born and raised on her family’s dairy farm in Western Massachusetts. She went on to earn her M.Ed in moderate disabilities and taught middle school for six years. She then earned an MFA in Fiction from the University of Idaho. She’s currently living and going to graduate school in Cork Ireland, and…

Confederate Statues – Robert Boucheron

Robert Boucheron grew up in Syracuse and Schenectady, NY. He has worked as an architect in New York City and Charlottesville, VA. His short stories and essays appear in Fiction International, Fictive Dream, Litro, New Haven Review, Poydras Review, Short Fiction, and other magazines. This essay was previously published in Tuck Magazine. Confederate Statues Charlottesville is a…

Women’s Rights in Kosovo – Iliriana F

Iliriana Fteja is an aspiring writer with a Bachelor’s Degree in Political Science from DePaul University, with a passion for International Law and Human Rights. Currently taking a gap year and working for USA Today – Gannett, you can follow her on twitter to keep up with her opinions and political views.   Featured image: ‘Thinking of…

POETRY – Colin James

Colin James has a chapbook of poems, A THOROUGHNESS NOT DEPRIVED OF ABSURDITY, from Pski’s Porch Press. He is currently a student again after a long hiatus. n j Paean to Apathy We slept under the only boat we could find drank anemic wine stuffed with a cloth cork purchased at the restaurant’s back door, after…