REVIEW: Poetry for the Neon Apocalypse by Jake Tringali

Poetry for the Neon Apocalypse by Jake Tringali Transcendent Zero Press, August 2018 Review by Miles White Jake Tringali is a poet based in Boston. Poetry for the Neon Apocalypse is his first collection of poetry. His poem “inside a salem parlor” was published in the Spring 2016 issue of Euphony Journal. I think Jake Tringali wants […]

Poetry: “Velikiye Luki” by Michael Sandler

When arthritis made her wince, she muttered
the town name as metonym for a cold, crowded prison floor—
a journey, world war, and privations away
from the woman I knew: wizened in a faded dress
at her dining table in L.A., her magnifying […]

FICTION: “Night Creatures” by Patricia Meek

We’re parked in the middle of a snow-packed lane where treetops threaten telephone lines. Branches on both sides of the truck are knuckle-twisted and braided in ice. The headlights cushion my father’s draped body, but somewhere down the dark road, light, trees, and wire disappear. It’s midnight and Dad is taking pictures. He’s buried under […]

Poetry: “Raccoon” by Michael Lyle

I watch a raccoon wobble
like a drunk from a bar
in daylight, so maybe he’s rabid
or she is old and confused
too many seasons, litters, […]

Poetry: “After You Moved Out of the Upstairs Apartment” by Iris Litt

I hear footsteps on the stair but they’re not you, they’re indefinably lighter and they’re not coming here, they’re going somewhere else. On the other hand they do sound like you just enough to make me raise my head and listen awhile and smile. Iris Litt’s third book of poems, Snowbird, was published by Finishing […]

Poetry: “Skipping Stones” by Blake London

we stood beside a lake unmoving, flat stones in small palms, two boys with frozen tongues. the first stone flew and didn’t skip so much as sink. we watched, a spell unbroken. The second stone followed, then a third, a fourth, and soon you and I made each stone keep its beat, drumsticks on glassy […]

Poetry: “algae” by Joseph Felkers

August mud clings to our ankles like the skies just opened for a second. Didn’t plan on raining but a little slipped out so we can stop getting cuts on dry weeds and smelling cinnamon starch air dried like fourth grade. We are so tired of being in this month. It feels like bike […]

Poetry: “The Party” by Thom Young

the party started with guns in their mouths and a nice baby’s breath arrangement that seemed to play off her dress the vows said heard by those with knives in their eyes and a one way ticket when the part came to kiss the bride the Mothership arrived with a light they’d never known or […]

Fiction: “The Watch” by Nicholas LaRocca

After he was blown up, after he lost both legs below the knee, after he made it through three surgeries that saved his life, Jimmy Cachetti rotated out of Landstuhl and back to the states, where he convalesced near home, at the V.A. in Riviera Beach, Florida—a mammoth facility painted the color of an oxidized […]

Fiction: “The Note” by Delphine Hirsh

It had just started to rain when I ran into Theo’s parents on the street outside the museum. I was trying to hail a taxi. I was happy to see them and they seemed happy to see me. I was nervous that Theo’s mother Sally would scratch my face or that his father Reg would […]