Peach Fuzz by Chris Yeoh
When he started to grow peach fuzz on his face, he led himself around the world by his chin. He would proudly thrust it forward across the thresholds of rooms…
Ellipsis Zine
Heart on your Sleeve by Sophia Haddad
Birthdays can be heart breaking. Especially when watching children, unskilled in courteousness, open clothes they don’t like. You learn to smile through the ‘Groovy Chick’ t-shirts that you had graduated…
Stolen Lives by Rob McIvor
It was the shouting that pulled Omolara back from the edge of sleep. A woman’s voice, pleading and cajoling; a young girl, clawing breathlessly for words; men’s voices, harsh and…
Dagger by Janice Leagra
Father Stuart told me to sit on the organ bench and face the wall calendar. This month’s photo was one of Jesus making the sign of the cross, his heart…
Indelible Crush by Hannah Persaud
Every Saturday I visit you, but first I shower. Hot water washes away the dull ache of Friday as I scrub the week from my skin. My fingers brush my…
New Little Queenie by Nick Black
“Me, too.” Agnes cups her palm ‘tween her thighs, raises her elbow and stands on her toes, making O’s out of her eyes and mouth. I don’t know if I…
Full Circle by Mary Thompson
New I’m in a jazz bar on a Tinder date. He’s shorter than he said; nice, but short. After two Cosmopolitans I buy him a drink. It’s polite and necessary…
The Lesson by JY Saville
The rumble of the car’s wheels on a fast road. The muted voice of Gerry Rafferty emanating from the speakers in the front, though at that age I wouldn’t have…
What We Inherit by Steph Auteri
“I don’t want to go to school today!” My 3-year-old affixes herself to my leg, all wide eyes and downturned mouth, the hair at the back of her head snarled…
Art Lesson by Theresa Ryder
She began with a wide sweeping declaration of brush on canvas. “There.” She said, somehow satisfied with that bold start. “It’s a green streak.” “Wait.” I was eleven, waiting wasn’t…
Farm Fresh by Jules Archer
They lock eyes in the parking lot of the farmer’s market. Or it was more like she locked eyes with his tattoo sleeve. On his muscular forearm, a golden yellow…
In Walpa Gorge by Adam Sear
‘Human beings will be happier, not when they cure cancer or get to Mars, but when they find ways to inhabit primitive communities again.’ Kurt Vonnegut * Sixteen miles west…