FICTION
 

• Grovel by Adam Emerson Pachter
 
When I was sitting on a bus in Crete, way back in 1995, I met this guy who had an enormous spider-web tattooed on his right elbow...I was really in awe of that tattoo, and I started to get all kinds of flashback feelings about how my life would have been different if I had just been blessed with enough courage to mark up my own little spindly frame. 

• It Always Rains at Funerals by Barry C. Gill
 
Looking around I see the rest of the mourners are also unprepared for the rain. Not an umbrella in sight. Everyone is just as wet as I am. Since it rains at almost the same time very afternoon down here you would think that the natives would come prepared. But for whatever reason it does not work that way.

• Spring Cleaning by Clay O'Dell
 
I ransacked your closet searching for rebirth,

But all I found was a picture of you


• We Have by Durlabh Singh
 
We have swallowed the dead leaves

In remembrance of the pastured past

• Crossing the River Sabine by Christopher Woods
 
I went to Louisiana to look for my grave. It sounded easy enough, but I soon learned it was not.