Lisa Lo Paro is a first-generation American who subsists on fantasy and folklore. Her interest in mythology and fairy tales has shaped her work and her worldview. She believes stories unite all of mankind in a shared need for understanding and a sense of immortality. She also loves dark chocolate and Instagram. I always lamented the […]Read more "The Sirens"
(Read Part IV here) The waves pull at me, prevent me from sleeping. It’s been at least an hour since Captain passed out, a half hour since Marco fell asleep, judging by his snoring. It sounds like he’s competing with the waves tonight. I lay on my bunk staring at the bottom of Marco’s bunk, […]Read more "Sirens (Part V)"
(Read Part III here) “You know what sirens are, kid?” Captain asked me today while we worked. I pictured my mother’s body being loaded onto the ambulance, the wailing sound it made when it first pulled up to our house, too late. “No sir,” I answered. I’d recently taken to calling him “sir.” It seemed […]Read more "Sirens (Part IV)"
(Read Part I here and Part II here) I barely slept at all the first night because I was too nervous about starting work the next day and anxious about my new surroundings. When Marco and Captain fell asleep, I slipped outside and stood on the deck. In the darkness I watched the still water, […]Read more "Sirens Part III"
(Read Part I here) “Welcome to Anchorage, Kevin. Now, let’s get the fuck out of here before my ex-wives find out I’m here.” That’s how Captain introduced himself to me when he picked me up from the airport. He had a white beard and wore a blue knit cap pulled down tight over his head. […]Read more "Sirens Part II"
The waves keep me up. It’s not fear of a storm or the fear when I think of the boat drifting out to sea or the fear of capsizing. It’s not the seasickness, which I’ve gotten under control by now. It’s not even Marco’s snoring, which starts out softer, more erratic, like a sputtering engine […]Read more "Sirens (A Summer Serial)"
Below is Part 22 of 23 monthly installments for Visitant. ◄◄ Read the prologue / introduction: Meet Agnes Person ◄ Read the previous installment | Slipper Moon Apts. Cold Turkey Big-bellied hair bound in medieval beehive, Agnes loads her bike basket with bones for TN wrapped in butcher’s paper. She has braved the late November cold for […]Read more "Agnes Person | Cold Turkey"
Brian Morse is the author of Migration (Pski’s Porch, 2016). His work has appeared in Pulp Metal Magazine and has fiction forthcoming at Akashic Books. Mona writhed to Charlie Parker’s Ornithology as it pumped through the small neighborhood jazz club, The Python Lounge. She struggled to keep cool, having just intercepted the departure date of two […]Read more "Caged"
Below is Part 14 of 23 monthly installments for Visitant. ◄◄ Read the prologue / introduction: Meet Agnes Person ◄ Read the previous installment | Chagrin Falls Speed Humps Agnes Person opens the mail and reads more high-and-mighty ordinance re: garbage cans. Tired of bureaucracy, Citizen Person shaves her hair, leaving a wild island, habitat for mullet […]Read more "Agnes Person | Speed Humps"
Scott Laudati lives in New York City with his Tomato Frog, Bob. He is the author of books Play The Devil (novel) and Hawaiian Shirts In The Electric Chair (poems). My First Night Back we were far apart once but you can hear my heart now in this chest, and your hair used to itch my skin […]Read more "My First Night Back"