Editorial Issue #15: Harmony October 15, 2024 Letter from the Poetry Editor: More Than A Metaphor by Stephen Granzyk armony as word and concept turns easily into metaphor. Beyond the world of music, for most of us, the word probably connotes inner peace, or the satisfaction derived from the strongest connections we share with others, or with the natural world. We may also associate harmony with an existential belief in an orderly cosmos, whether divinely ordained ...
Read MoreEditorial Issue #15: Harmony October 15, 2024 Letter from the Editor: Navigating the Spaces In Between by Tracy Granzyk ow do you find harmony amidst the chaos of our 21st century lives? How do you coordinate the notes and nodes of your life? What makes your heart sing? Helps you forget or remember? Where do you go to heal? Or when you are hurting? For me going on three years, it has been about horses. Being in ...
Read MorePoetry Issue #15: Harmony October 15, 2024 Two Poems by Kelly Cass Falzone Trigger Warning Just seeing the word— the reach of that R A’s legs pulled open (a forearm to brace them) the vag at A’s upended v the stiff shaft of the P APE that he was that damn three-legged E see how A leans away from R’s cock- bully pose— hand thrust onto his hip the tip of the A– two wrists pinned at the apex— the punch of P’s fist in the chest and the eye the E ...
Read MoreFiction Issue #15: Harmony October 15, 2024 Smoking the DeLorean by Crystal N. Ramos he grand mal seizure was coming. When we made our plans to make fun of the cheesy horror films, Zack had told me he wasn’t going to drive the DeLorean to pick me up. I hadn’t complained. I liked walking and, besides, he always drove and picked me up since my neurologist had yet to return my license to me. That seizure was ...
Read MoreFiction Issue #15: Harmony October 15, 2024 Intrusive Thoughts by Whitney Weisenberg verybody came to your funeral. Alex Yard sat in the third row next to Becky Bruins, who sobbed the entire time like the two of you had been best friends since kindergarten, and I seriously thought about getting up, walking right over to Becky, getting in her face, and saying something dramatic like, just what the hell are you playing at, but I ...
Read MoreFiction Issue #15: Harmony October 15, 2024 The Last Black Woman on Eglinton by Morgan Christie detta’s knife was warm. It had been covered up in the stuffy everything drawer since last year and the day had come to use it. It was her cake knife, the one for special occasions and special occasions only. The matching server got misplaced some years earlier, but Odetta swore someone must have stolen it. She didn’t lose her ...
Read MoreNonfiction Issue #15: Harmony October 15, 2024 Just One Thing by Cara Mead n her imagining, hitting bottom would be a hellscape of jagged emotions, and a rollercoaster ride of pain. It was mildly curious then that her world was simply empty. No ambition or thirst, no drive or hunger. The absence of taste was strange, she used to love to eat. Sometimes she would play a little game and try to test her lack ...
Read MoreNonfiction Issue #15: Harmony October 15, 2024 The New Story of Family Illness by Mallika Iyer ou will probably be somebody who has to take this for the rest of their life,” said my psychiatrist, turning to her computer to put in the order for my next script. She said the rest of my life could be measured in script renewals, bottled emptied and filled in 30, 60, 90-day intervals, first multiply by months in a ...
Read MoreNonfiction Issue #15: Harmony October 15, 2024 No Words by Alison Watson nce again, like so many times before, the world has shrunk down to just me, alone, in my bedroom. Black garbage bags over the windows to keep the sunlight out. Television on, sound off. Me, under the covers in filthy pajamas that haven’t been washed or changed in weeks, staring dully at the flashing lights and changing colors coming from the screen in ...
Read MoreNonfiction Issue #15: Harmony October 15, 2024 Hedgewalking by Kieran Malovear o understand this story, you must first understand that my reality has never been the same as yours. My mind did not break and then heal this way. I was raised by witches. We believed in magic. I grew this way from the start, like a tree that creeps down the hill before bending up towards the sky. Yesterday I asked my mom, “When you ...
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