Issue 133: 22 September 2021

Rudy Springs a Leak

By Suzanne O’Connell   This morning I found a meatloaf in a basket. When you look, there are always things to find. The only time you can find a fraudulent ballot for example, is when you look. We have statisticians willing to testify that there is a big coordinated Thing. It lurks in every city. […]

2020 Summer Olympics: Tokyo Games Medal Count

By Tara Campbell * as of July 13 ** as of September 8   Tara Campbell is a writer, teacher, Kimbilio Fellow, and fiction co-editor at Barrelhouse. She received her MFA from American University. In addition to Writers Resist, previous publication credits include SmokeLong Quarterly, Masters Review, Wigleaf, Jellyfish Review, Booth, Strange Horizons, and CRAFT […]

Farmers Market, Eastern Shore of Maryland

Summer 2021 By Erin Murphy Everything is free, it seems: parking, treats for dogs whose owners browse free-range brown eggs. Last month scores of documents were found in a nearby attic, dry rotted and tattered. One offered 30 dollars for the capture of a Negro man named Amos with coarse trousers, a tolerable good felt […]

New Deal, No Mule

By Julie A Dickson   Cotton familiarity, certainly, reparation absent, disparity of races, apparent then, in lack of mule plus 40 acres promised, disconcerted, hired workers of color, tried to transcend past inequity, berated frequently, repeatedly as subservient, un- respected and mostly suspected crime, intrusion, caucasian collusion to diminish pride, worth taken from generations passed, […]

Backyard Musings in America at Twilight

By Ashley R. Carlson   6:52 p.m. Summer, twilight, after a thunderous lightning-streaked monsoon that flooded streets and yards and sent trashcans floating into traffic-stalled intersections. Seventy-eight degrees here in Phoenix, uncharacteristically tolerable for the Sonoran desert mid-August. A breeze ruffles my hair, my German shepherd panting nearby as she lifts her long, jet-black snout […]

GAZA

By Kiran Masroor Gaza did not destruct for us to watch. The way the word Gaza stays in the back of the throat. I didn’t know I loved Gaza until it became so small. Small as a word in a sentence. We fit such enormous things into our mouths and expect that the meaning still […]