April 2015
In this issue
Contents
Fiction
The Ambassador
My father was my hero. When he was ten, he went into the cigar factory. He sat on a long bench. His father sat on…
On the Morning He Was To Leave Mortalus
On the morning he was to leave Mortalus for the drive south to California, while walking to the library to return three DVD’s starring Theresa…
Clean Break
Alessa wakes to the sound of bickering and with no idea where she is. There’s a television on somewhere and the bickering is just two…
Poetry
From the River Ravi
The river is hurt, a toxic belly with bloated minnows, lovers dumped. I walk its cusp.
After Schizophrenia
We were smithereens paroxysms curated into a lamellar
Dance my Tsifteteli
Boubouka dancing in the middle of the small floor her costume revealing bare legs belly, shoulders and arms