The May Issue

2015-May coverIn this month of college graduations, season finale viewing parties, and down comforters being awkwardly stuffed onto linen closet top shelves, we weren’t altogether surprised to find endings emerging as a strong theme for issue sixty-six. Kyle Amato’s “Obelisk” explores what happens to one partner when the other is ready to ascend to the next plane of existence. In one of Shinjini Bhattacharjee’s poems, birds stop doing something, and in the other . . . well, we’re not sure, but we liked the kitties. Filip Wiltgren explores what happens when a powerful human talisman shatters in “The Last Breakfast of Corporal Ashton the Blessed,” and Kate Imbach shows us at what point “A Woman in Tech” decides she’s had enough of her literally beastly coworkers. Bringing all the ends to an end is Annamarie Davidson’s story of The End, “Jasper’s Gone Fishing.” The moody monochrome cover art is Allen Forrest’s “New York Noir #9.”

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When streams are ripe and swelled with rain . . .

morsecodelettersThe stories and poems in our sixty-fifth issue all relate to communication—the simple and elaborate ways we share, or avoid sharing, our ideas and feelings. In Joe Scott’s “The People of the Pit,” two voices rise out of darkness and disorder. Next up is Sheri Vandermolen’s “Mandelbrot Chaos,” in which abstract art blooms across boundaries of space and sensory perception. Rowdy Geirsson, who made another appearance way back in Issue 24, searches for clues in an odd recorded conversation in “Self-Condemned in the Tunnelbana,” and Gloria Heffernan takes a free-verse measure of “Conversational Distance.” Finally, Ashley Hutson strums a C-chord on our heartstrings with her short tale of love and stuffed animals, “My Friends Live on My Bed.” And check out the cover art, too, because Aimee Flom’s “Sacrificial Lamb” is no escape goat.

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Will you still need us, will you still feed us . . .

We're not saying we're the greatest magazine in the galaxy, but we're not not saying that, either.

We’re not saying we’re the greatest magazine in the galaxy, but we’re not not saying that, either.

The lousy Smarch weather has blown issue sixty-four onto your doorstep. Witness the advent of texting in paradise, figure out what really hatched from the meteorite that landed in your neighborhood, hunt for food (and survival), listen to the wolves on the stairs, experience trans-dimensional heartache, and squeeze a movie star’s foam trouser hams. And don’t miss the great mood lighting in this month’s cover art.

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