Fiction Fiction '25

Rain

Raindrops clink as they bounce off the roof tiles. The peaceful rhythm tries to lull Evelyn to sleep. They attempt to shake off their drowsiness.

Poetry Poetry '25

George Webb

I watch them every morning at the breakfast counter  eating scrambled eggs with forks pointed prong-side-down, probing the yellowed fetal goop, scooping heaps   of

Poetry Poetry '25

Petals

The feel of silk between finger  and thumb, a delicate wash of pink  so easily torn, after a brief  efflorescence destined to wilt.  They form