Man went to the moon Never asked what she wanted Man drove his rocket straight into the Moon She turned her face away And let it happen Because it was simpler He […]
S&R Poetry: "One Fifth of Humanity," by Lee Stern
One fifth of humanity was marching into Portugal. It was bringing with it large barrels of its family’s familiar salt. It tried to place one of the barrels at one end of […]
S&R Poetry: "Diana (Moon)" by Clinton Inman
Drag your white skull beyond blind seas that tumble dazed to your mono-eyed magic. Go tell Neptune when the night is through. Charm him, too, with your waxing and waning.
S&R Nonfiction – "Ecuador: Lost Pictures, Found Family" by Rachel Carbonell
Otavalo, Ecuador: Camera stolen in the early morning haze of travel, either on the bus or in the bus terminal, literally snatched from a bag I was carrying, that I never even […]
S&R Poetry: "The Anthropocene Scene," by Michael C. Rush
Impelled toward vigor, we’re demeaned by violence, by nihilistic philistinism, by wishful mysticism, by competing mythologies of those who cooperate only to copulate, by individuality stifled with surveillance and the cynical fratricide […]
S&R Fiction – "Mexican Radio Bulldozer" by Dan Hornsby
We could hear the Mexican radio through the floor above us. Laura and I lived in a basement apartment beneath her boss’s house. Aside from our three little rooms, the rest of […]
S&R Nonfiction: "Sand Nigger" by Ashok Rajamani
So last Thursday I went, by myself, to the post office to buy some stamps. It’s early summer here in New York City. Which means our city weather is in a schizophrenic […]
S&R Fiction – "Trust" by Kirby Wright
I‘m under the sheets. Light jabs through the window on the near wall. Stand on your tiptoes and look out—go on. You’ll see an alley drowning in garbage. While you’re at it, […]
S & R Fiction – Human Error by Matt Dye
Ellen pulls the sweater tight around her, feels the strength of the wind begging her to let go, embrace the brisk cold of this November night. Three twenty in the morning and […]
S&R Fiction – "Uprising" by Andrew Bodine
She didn’t remember me when we met again. It was at a tiny club in San Cristobal de Las Casas. Her boyfriend, Lucas, had offered to buy me a Bohemia, and in […]