Chapter Five: The Cop Shop (by Victoria Janssen)

Victoria Janssen

On her way to the precinct, Detective Chelsea Simon clutched her Jamaican Blue Mountain coffee from Ray’s Café and a croissant she’d snagged at Reading Terminal Market mor

Chapter Three: Pants (by Gregory Frost)

Gregory Frost

Vincent “Pants” de Leon sat at the end of the long table in the front room of Hub Bub Coffee. The place was bustling. Almost every chair was taken.

Chapter One: Angela & Josh (by Kelly Simmons)

Kelly Simmons

Look, I know I’m not the only blue-eyed blonde Italian girl living in South Philly. I saw another one outside Dante & Luigi’s last week, but I think she was an exotic dancer.

The Kielbasy Run

Rachel Garman

Tucked into Philadelphia’s northeastern section, the small neighborhood of Port Richmond is still asleep. It’s 5:30 on a cold December morning, and a fog has fallen over the narrow streets and row-homes. Abandoned factories and ornate churches, still illuminated by the moon, cast elongated shadows across the neighborhood. Most residents are still snug in the […]

Leavened by Doris Ferleger

Liz Chang

Doris Ferleger’s appropriately named new book Leavened speaks of the devotion of family. The book explores the familiar themes in Ferleger’s work of her and her family’s Jewish identity as survivors of the Holocaust. She does this through weaving recurring threads of ceremony, sacrifice and food. The collection’s title and its cover painting by writer […]

Tenth of No Wonder

Nancy Scott

Tenth of No Wonder, month of plucked birds, caverns stuffed with stale bread, the hearts fed to cats who lick their lips. More hot chocolate, more bourbon, more to lose in fewer words of shivered shorter lines. Earlier dark and earlier still till after Dissemble when we will celebrate future perfect Spring. Nancy Scott’s over […]

Stone (at a lover’s grave)

George Bishop

Her husband turned to the afterlife when something incurable found a way to him, prepared for things that soon might go on somewhere beyond his body, even bought two plots hoping his wife would one day join him. And after he passed she arrived   at the cemetery each day, ready to seed the loose, […]

Milky

CJ Cioc

I smell stars, loudly – singing rings of chorus, orbits. Towards us, comets— named them after us. Named them Halley, Hale-bopp— tear drops on fire.   I can lay on my back on the hillside by the road, sniffing out Cadillacs and autoshow Edsels, winesap taillights, tasting speed, and cinnamon   blood, hot blood shining […]