Poem: Mark Goad

The Moon is Shining Still When everything is wonderful and strange on a softly-summer evening, moon shining bright on the tall ghosted trees, it may seem that you have wasted your life on small-hearted desires. If you had stood tall, you might have touched the moon and electrified, shocked the world with your presence. But … Continue reading


Three Questions: Susana H. Case

Susana H. Case is one of our favorites and we’ve featured her work on a few occasions: first in March 2013 as part of our Women Write Resistance excerpt, and then twice for her own work (April 2013 and again in May of this year). She is a professor and program coordinator at the New … Continue reading


Excerpt: Michalle Gould

From Resurrection Party Tonight, the Clouds Tonight, the clouds Are tired of flying Above the earth Like hostages, Suspended by chains They long for rest They long for the day When the ground Will accept them They will sleep On its surface In pools of puddled white In their place The heavens will be strewn … Continue reading


Story: Lise Quintana

Shimmer He says ridiculous things. “We should accidentally pour gasoline on our wallets and light them on fire. Then I could write a poem or a song or something about it.” I ask him why he can’t just think about what it might be like and then write about that, but he goes on about … Continue reading


Our BILINE Vol. 2 Nominees!

We are pleased to announce our nominees for inclusion in Best Indie Lit New England Volume 2 (BILiNE). This second edition will showcase the best fiction and poetry published by independent journals in New England between July 2012 and June 2014. You can support the publication of this fantastic anthology through its Kickstarter campaign. Our … Continue reading


Poem: Tamer Mostafa

McGaw Street He wanted to go back out to the night, feel the December draft through the bandage wrapped around his forehead. It was from the hole in the window, the passenger’s side that allowed the sharp air to freeze our screams inside the forest green Ford Taurus and its outdated police package: broken antenna, … Continue reading


Excerpt: Kathleen Brewin Lewis

From Fluent in Rivers Eggshell The morning is a chiffon scarf. A child steps out into soft light, a spotted egg cupped in his hands. I rest my palm on the place where his bowed head meets his slim neck. Sometimes this is prophecy, sometimes recollection. To touch him this way is always a blessing. … Continue reading


Story: Bill McStowe

Idling The sun was close to disappearing behind the King Pines and a last bit of golden light stretched across the listless water of the pool. My wife and I snuck another margarita on the back deck as the kids got ready for bed. “I have an idea,” she said. “Let’s go to the beach … Continue reading


Double Dose Poem: Lauren Dixon

vous : allé the truth lies tell in those birdshot veins wrecked sand in the lungs vous mourez? nous mourons? mourning spreads on the kitchen counter like ashes from lung-collapsed cigarettes and willful fucks cemented in bed vous gardez sueur vivant there it was swifting matches against the palm – vous – a vox? non. … Continue reading


Poem: Lauren Dixon

When We Churn Up Gravel Lock the cat in the blue suitcase—don’t let it out, don’t let it breathe. They plow up the backyard where we used to play kickball—now rows, rows, rows, rows of corn. In the midst of the subway’s tremble, creosote floats up and soaks my lungs. We wrote them all valentines—”If … Continue reading


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