Anti-Freeze
Ice blocks the city dumped into the Connecticut bob in eddies under us. Two milky chunks fringed with soot spin in debris, bloom wings, flash through rusted trellises of the old railroad bridge. I am...
View ArticleFifty Sheets of Green
By Hunter Martin Around me they converse and sip and laugh like hyenas. Coats draped over chairs like expensive tapestry. Jewellery glimmering as though I am subject to beautiful hallucinations....
View ArticleThe Visitor of Room 213
by Owen Bailey He awoke, the room still unfamiliar. With his tired eyes he focused on the man dressed in an all black three-piece suit sat in the chair next to his bed. Marcus didn’t hear the man come...
View ArticleOf Tokoloshi And The Translator
by Ndaba Sibanda Monday It is a dream come true for Sipho Mbongolo. His prayers have been answered. “Sipho, as a matter of interest with whom are you staying in Old Magwegwe?” Madam Mumba is relaxing...
View ArticleShe Follows Me
By Cheryl Diane Kidder I knew she was there, right in the room with us, watching us horse around in our underwear or not in our underwear, would probably be right there under the covers with us too if...
View ArticleFriday Evening Visits
by Martin Edwards Michael steps out of the shower, shivering in the cold. In the mirror by his bathroom sink, he inspects his goose bumps one-by-one. Like a turkey, he thinks. He clips a stray hair...
View ArticleThe Wanderer
By Alfred Lehtinen The lonely find friendship in faith, though Sorrow-filled they have long been forced To weather the ice-cold water-ways And tread trails never taken. Fate unravels herself. Thus...
View ArticleUntitled
by Gwen Garnier-Duguy That which is prevented each day from entering our human realm descends gently into the memory of our being residing there-patient until the moment it becomes the soil moving...
View ArticleTheory of Essential Storage
by Patrick Williams Public space makes privacy possible. The average kitchen is a Pittsburgh in miniature. Find places for little things: papers, books, pipes, guns. Bathrooms are out of date. A...
View ArticleAshgrove
By Thomas Costello Thus fought the heroes, tranquil their admirable hearts, violent their swords, resigned to kill and to die. – Jorge Louis Borges, The Garden of Forking Paths stoic labyrinthine...
View ArticleWaitress
By Allan Johnston After she railroaded the plate hot from the lamp down the counter under the sad, mystical pies that shyly avoided the law of gravity by hanging sideways high on the wall, though only...
View ArticleThe Sound of Thunder – An Essay On Noise Music
By Dylan Townsley Pick a genre, any genre. Maybe Hip-Hop, Dance, Metal or Jungle — whichever genre you can name it can be described in a short sentence. Sounds fairly simple; “Metal is a ‘heavier’...
View ArticleAuthor Reveal No.07
After a longer hiatus we are back. Hopefully you’ll find our comments as satisfying as they have been before. Want to become an editor? If you are interested don’t hesitate to contact us at...
View ArticleAmelioration
By Anastasia Vara Her face was pretty and pale. Her eyes were darker and deeper than night. Amelia had rosy cheeks and rosier lips, soft and shaky. She was sweet and airless but deceptive; a paradox...
View ArticleDelivery Status Notification (Failure)
By A.S Arthur It was six o’clock and Rick Phelps was arriving home from his daily commute. The old Buick sputtered as it pulled up the gravel path to his garage door, wheels raising lazy clouds of...
View ArticleAt The Falling-Off Point
By C. Marie Runyan the tracks are shaking. there is a train and people are falling off of it every hundred or so miles. all the people you’ve always ever loved. your best friend your piano teacher...
View ArticleRetina Burns
By James Hammack In my dreams I walk the halls, in a menacing air, performing perfectly mundane tasks. So perfectly menacing the next day I wake with a head already full and swimming with sensual...
View ArticleAround In The Dark
By Lucas Schwaller It had taken three hard days and nights of drinking his way through Dublin to get Thomas to the front steps of The Church Bar. He had spent those dedicated days and nights stumbling...
View ArticleEncore
By Shannon Crosby I danced in your shoes, in the spotlight of the headlights. In the dark, you tapped the horn for applause, and stepped outside to bring me in. At the night’s request, we danced...
View ArticleLong-Distance
By James Jackson Home is on top of my orange blanket that’s a lump in my bed like a coffin, sweating in the August heat, knowing you won’t call, Pepsi cans tethered by string three thousand miles...
View ArticleCapitalism Calls Poetry Lazy
By Brecht Welch Overcast day long slack sleeves pale in February walking through Feldman’s Neighborhood Tucson small adobe houses terra-cotta that one’s prune-colored the rough potholed smell of dog...
View ArticleLet Us Elope
By Rachel Nix Let us elope, we said. Was it rebellion, or is it love? I confuse myself too often trying to nail down euphemisms that don’t know what we mean. Either or neither and something like hope...
View ArticleThe Real Missing Mass
By Clinton Van Inman They say that most of you is missing Perhaps from your most private places Something more than just an arm or leg And deeper than your darkest spaces. Researchers conclude as much...
View ArticleIssue 08 is here!
One more issue, one more delay. The Metric has returned to a new year with a bunch of new editors. Hopefully we will get back to our routines and get back on a monthly publishing schedule As always,...
View ArticleAuthor Reveal 08
Holy bajoly, we sure are late. Changes are coming to the editorial process to make things smoother in the future. Stay with us. And a quick shout out to the writers who have asked for this reveal....
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