top of page
sebastian-unrau-sp-p7uuT0tw-unsplash.jpg

GASTROPODA

Main: Welcome

Mama's Car by Ariadne Will

I’m walking in the rain when I start humming that song from Mama’s car all those years ago. We had only listened to cassette tapes then,...

Things You Own by Maggie Hart

I meet a man obsessed with bones. He runs impatient fingertips over my ribcage & grabs my hip bones & kisses my teeth instead of my lips,...

I, a Piper by Landon Wittmer

An indefinite number of rats populate the world. All estimates fall in the billions, but this does not include the number of mice,...

Bitter Birds by Bucket Siler

Lock your bicycle in the alleyway where the restaurants empty their trash. Food truck exhaust mixed with garbage smell and the pavement...

I'm the Squid by Angela Townsend

I have a friend who never uses the word “creatures.” I’m not sure I’ve heard him say “living things.” If he is speaking of humans,...

Keeper of Magic by Emily Holi

Oops! usually followed by a wink. A few times a month. How do you keep them all straight? Weekly, probably. Have you ever heard of...

All We Eat is Words by Emily Baber

Now all we eat is words. We used to eat sorrel and pawpaw and hen of the woods. We used to grow our own galangal and hot peppers and...

Cords by Bethany Jarmul

My newborn is blue, not breathing, her umbilical cord wrapped three times around her neck. “Is she okay? Is she okay?” My voice catches...

Dinkelmehl 630 by Anna Nguyen

I used to bake quite often. So often that whenever we go to the grocery store, I make it a habit to add a bag of flour into the shopping...

A Splitting Open by Alaina Scarano

It’s what new parents call the witching hour, what people without kids call happy hour. I am standing under nearly scalding water,...

Rocky by Adrienne Rozells

As a child, I loved the Gem and Mineral Society. They have a building at Balboa Park in San Diego. It’s got the same adobe design as the...

Sweet and Silent by Kristina T. Saccone

I kick my legs in the shopping cart until Mom hands me a warm cookie from the bakery. The weekly trip to the grocery store means crinkly...

As Fast as She Can by Janna Miller

The open road starts with a gifted car, decorative flowers spray-painted in a fluorescent-bright parking lot. A girl laughs as drips run...

Ghost Talk by Jared Povanda

I love the bench’s broken legs, the white bone of metal underneath the red paint. Here is an elegant decline into new spring weeds, into...

Two CNFs by Sam Moe

October Ocean I don’t get out of bed until I become so sick of researching jellyfish stings that the navy comforter starts to feel like a...

Chlorine Kiss by Holly Hagman

The summer air is hot and damp as the sun disappears behind the faded fence posts in the shadows of the backyard. I revel in the sounds:...

O by Wendy Newbury

They appeared in kaleidoscope colors, in the form of Siamese fighting fish, gliding about the room, performing graceful pirouettes. She’d...

Main: Blog2
bottom of page