rainy weather days

A defiant literary magazine.

Tag: Releases

  • Fur’tive

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    -Lucretia Stanhope Katie nestled between library shelves, cradling a bakery box like a precious egg from Miss Withering’s upstairs collection. Dim light from the Tiffany lamp cast dancing shadows on the cardboard. The sweet scent of cake mingled with the stale air of old paper and pungent incense. With a red-tipped nail, Katie carefully peeled… Read more

  • Ginia and Vitti

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    –Sherry Shahan Ginia and Vitti meet each night in the mangled milieu of glass, steel, and concrete that was once museums, libraries, couture shops, and bowling greens. Endless debris unfurls around them like hot tar. Rust grows where nothing else will. Vitti plays guitar. Ginia paints using the old-world technique of fresco. Tons of plaster… Read more

  • Need a Poem

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    -Diana Raab Tonight I need a poem about being calm and how babies sleep deep and the full moon illuminates my yard. A friend arrives with a good book and we share a pot of chamomile tea. Together, we saunter on a forest walk and then stop at a bistro for a glass of wine.… Read more

  • The Birthday Dinner

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    -Jeremy Stelzner THE SUN IS STILL SLEEPING when Billy’s rooster Hal crows out the morning alarm. Billy knows what that means. Time to get to work. He wipes the sleep boogers from his eyes and slides on his Superman slippers. Sparkplug, his golden retriever, is still snoring away at the foot of his bed. She’s… Read more

  • Summer Night

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    -Jim Burns Moon and stars, icy light points flicker in a dome of darkness. Trees buzz with cicada singing a chorus, we live, we live. Sleeping boy in hammock climbs a starlit ladder of dreams to the future. JIM BURNS was born and raised in rural Indiana and spent most of his working life as… Read more

  • Afterglow

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    -Michael Bickford We’ve said all the things that lovers say when skin is wet but warm against the sheets; when breathing slows to deepened sighs of bliss, our edges merging embers ashed with sheen of sweat; when language is no longer words. The gravity of our bodies, still strong enough to spark a star, can… Read more

  • This Is My Voice

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    -Kate Lunn-Pigula “TOO REGIONAL” SAID MY FEEDBACK. “Can’t take her seriously because her voice is so annoying.” My line manager put the piece of paper down. It’s not like I didn’t know that I have a high-pitched voice and, when teaching, can go a bit “unconfident.” I could see them all looking at me, then… Read more

  • hot chocolate

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    -Keiraj M. Gillis the instructions say “add water” but everyone knows it’s better with milk. who cares what the box says anyway? the person who wrote those instructions is a person you don’t know. who are they to tell you that your heart is misinformed when it implores “i would be happier with this instead”?… Read more