Issue: NiftyLit #13

Patrick Beath

"Yellows of sunrise and sunset, mine and his. / Sulfured pulp and ligneous page. / The word is, he’d have had / no patience for this:"

Patrick Beath

"This may be accompanied by / a sense of exhalation, of / relief, of surrender. You may / find yourself succumbing / to an impossible closeness."

Keertana Sreekumar

She was born to a lineage of farmworkers—people whose heads knew the burning sun like one knows the weight of their own stomach.

Edgar Medina

"I stumble out of the grocery / store with a bouquet of a dozen / roses cuddled closely to my heart / feeling the desperation / creep from out the many / holes misplaced within / my clothing."

Michael McGuire

But for the moment I was adrift. Whatever usual anchor holding me in place, keeping me tethered to whatever temporal geography I occupied had been pulled up and I’d been cast unto uncharted seas.