Anon, who wrote so many poems without signing them, was often a woman.

— Virginia Woolf

Issue Three features a full roster of amazing short fiction, poetry, and nonfiction from artists all over the world, along with an exclusive interview with author Joy Castro.

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Kate Folk, Moratorium


Lancaster Cooney, Always with You, Now


A. Joachim Glage, The Idea


Michelle Ross, An Impromptu Lesson on Black Holes


Elizabeth Genovise, Ollie


Ron Burch, Gift


Dana Diehl & Melissa Goodrich, The Floating Away School


Caoilinn Hughes, America’s Next Top Novel: The Judging Panel, in Quotes




Carlos Cunha, Haunted Traffic


Angela Morales, Nature Camp for Disadvantaged Youth, circa 1976



Lena Khalaf Tuffaha, Lullaby


Clare Paniccia, Premonition


Tobias Peterson, The Wasp Nest


Lois Marie Harrod, My Mother Dreamed of Pins


Elizabeth Vignali, Everything You Could Have Been



Kami Westhoff, As Though We Were Meant to Be


Tom Holmes, Deconstruction


M. J. Arlett, Crossing Biscayne Bay


José Angel Araguz, Freckles


Gretchen Primack, Ismail in the Laundry


Meg Eden, Anna Pavlova


Jeffrey Tucker, After Watching Seventeen Miracles, then Running


Sheila Black, Mercy


Gretchen Primack, Manuel (South Hall)


Matthew Dobson, The Woods in Spring


Tyler Gillespie, Conversion Therapy


Jeffery Tucker, Ara to Autumn #4


José Angel Araguz, On Being Called Jorge


E. Kristin Anderson, I am a starfish tonight



The truth may be stretched thin, but it never breaks, and it always surfaces above lies, as oil floats on water.

—Cervantes, Don Quixote

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