Winter 2015

The Strip Mine Girl

 as told by R Hedge You won’t find me up there again, not after that time when I was a kid when I went there to get away from the world’s watchful eye. There’s always been talk of superstition, due in part to those old grave stones left unhinged by…

Sunt Lacrimae Rerum

Sunt lacrimae rerum et mentem mortalia tangent. (There are tears for things and mortal things touch my mind.) —Virgil Question the details: That perfect cylinder of muscle buried in the crook of your knee and the amen kiss that brands it. The number of crows in the trees above the field…

Fall

The cliff stood before them, their necks turned up, looking upon the seventy feet of tan rock with black iron veins splaying about the stone. It’s about confidence, Lars had told her. If you have confidence that you won’t fall, then you won’t fall. The girl reached over and played…