Perro de Mar (Novel Excerpt)

By Eduardo Jáuregui Martínez Somewhere along the Gulf of Mexico, May 18th, 1683. A gentle knock on the door brought Don Fernando to the present. He took a long sip from his glass, letting the cheap wine bought in Santo Domingo settle down his throat, before answering. “Who is it?

The Bridge Is Out

By Heidi Ranscheart Textiled surfaces Like a patch of skin that’s scarred. Without any shoes, I’ll step close to the river It’s deep It’s cold In a few minutes more, My feet will be numb My laughter rings out Taunts the leering stars “Do you think