A floating point of view, guiding. Something rests upon the hill-something we shall call a dog, but it is not a dog. Do you see his form in the tree, lingering? They told you your mother waits in the white city for you-but maybe they meant sister, brother, something we shall call family, but is not family. Unless it is. The flicker of a digital face, remembered.
Our latest issue has fiction from A. E. Weisgerber, Phoenix Mendoza, Maya Y. Ng, Marvin Garbeh Davis, Sr., and Diana Dima; and poetry from Nosawema, R.B. Lemberg, and Kelsey Dean.