Elements of Loss

I don’t hear you say my name as you ask why it is I let no one love me. I feel something stir and I laugh. This is my way. There’s no room for clumsiness. Take me or leave me, I say I’ll give you one chance when I know I won’t give you any. … Read More


Humming Birds (autobio fiction)

“Amy, you’re gonna get it,” Nikki tells me.  I’m hiding between the lilac bushes, Barbie’s head in my hand.  It’s our weekend at our father’s house. “What’d you use?” “Daddy John’s knife.”  I’m not afraid.  My father is harmless, even almost afraid of us.  It’s my stepfather I’m scared of. “I’m telling!” And off she … Read More


A Trauma Theory

It was my third year in college when I first heard the term string theory. I remember moving forward slightly, anxious for what he’d say next, and as the professor strolled over quantum physics and how this theory could explain all the forces of nature—what it could reveal, the dark mysteries it could possess— I … Read More


A Beginning (“Small Parts”)

Cold January cracks through the diamond patterned lines on the security glass. The winter sun blinds my puffy eyes, stretches across my white blanket, my white sheets. Everything is white. I look for it in my gut—the comfort of warm familiar glows and dawn, but there is none. And the empty nothingness overwhelms me to … Read More

sarah Giannobile

Daddy’s Game

by Amy Sprague; published in Frigg Magazine 2012 and Aqueous Magazine 2014   I imagine you must’ve shut yourself off somehow–the way you’d eventually teach me to d0– before you entered my room like a king’s shadow. I hear the scrape of your jeans your hands hot and big like swings; I’m young so I … Read More


She’s Come Undone

It is a sunny afternoon, the light coming in yellow through her curtains that cut through the smoke. Cat Stevens feels like water inside my soul and then she switches it to Bread and hands me a dust rag. I dance across the green and brown carpet squares; I wipe the hazy walls, the stiff … Read More

Gustav Klimt

I Will Possess You

He feels like an acoustic’s string rippling with a dark simple rhythm that beats to the backdrop of city lights and black and white urban streets of Tokyo, somewhere foreign to me that I’ve always seen myself getting lost in. It feels like the music in his thoughts, the rush of his mind, read to … Read More



The pop and snap of prescription pill bottles, swallow, light, inhale, scrape of the chair, cluster of tap-tap-taps on the keys, a silence— beyond this room, beyond this wall I can almost hear you—the soil sifting, seeds spreading out, dry in your palm; folds of light robes around you like birds’ wings—your child asleep on … Read More


Darkness Starts

by Christian Wiman Darkness Starts By Christian Wiman A shadow in the shape of a house slides out of a house and loses its shape on the lawn. Trees seek each other as the wind within them dies. Darkness starts inside of things but keeps on going when the things are gone. Barefoot careless in … Read More

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