Olympians Kent Kosack __________ The kick becomes a glide in a graceful shuffle as Jon’s skis cruise along the cross-country trails carved into the ice-crusted snow of Lapland Lake, his body cruising with them, his thoughts and fears and hopes and memories cruising too, concurrent, behind, ahead, the same groomed…
Read MoreBoudin 2023 All Poetry: June ’23 Managing Editor: Mayank Manchanda “Tonight” by John Brantingham “Sagittarius A*” by Rohan Buettel “Sixteen Rounds of Chemo” by Sara Pirkle “A Typical Day in the Life of Love” by JC Reilly July is the New June: July ’23 Managing Editor: Michael Horner Letter from…
Read More“Boo”din: It Came from the Swamp, Oct ’22 Poetry Editor: Rachel Pittman Fiction Editor: Abbie Skinner Victoria de Benedicty, “Swamp Girl” (2022), oil paint and oil pastel Fiction “Dear Anonymous Cryptid Photographer” by William Hawkins “nothing to fear” by M. Caroline McMaulay “Summer Love” by Cassondra Windwalker Poetry “Feu-Follet” by…
Read MoreBoudin 2022 Editors: Michael Horner and Mayank Machanda Johanna Barbier, “A Strand,” digital SFX Fiction “Everybody’s Everybody” by Brady Achterberg “#CoronaLife” by Terena Elizabeth Bell “When Mama Was a Moth” by Nick Caccamo “HIGHWAY 111” by Matthieu Cailler “Upon Returning From a Leadership Convention in Hawaii, the Superintendent Addresses the…
Read MoreKeep Times Good (Or the League to Save the Good Times) Joe Farley __________ Rex liked to have a good time. Rex liked to ensure everyone else was having a good time. Rex liked to keep times good. He played the towns centennial party. He played the townie bars, the…
Read MoreThe Boyfriend Benjamin Selesnick __________ The dining room was one of the larger rooms in Noah’s Atlantic-facing colonial. It had a vaulted ceiling, a glassed-encased display at one end of the cedar-cut table that held a collection of plaques and trophies he’d accrued over the past decade working as the…
Read MoreOver the Edge Rebecca L. Monroe __________ “You ready?” He looked up, tightening his harness, helmet in place. He was slim, tanned with blonde hair bleached by the summer sun. He was a poster picture for an outdoors man. “Yes.” Alice replied, breath short as she finished adjusting her leg…
Read MoreTwo Lone Voices Aubrey Lozano-Cofield __________ It’s the rain after five years of drought in Texas. The water stitches up the cracked earth and I don’t want to disturb it. I want it to know it’s welcome, that the South is thirsty. “Can you taste the salt?!” she asks me,…
Read MoreHIGHWAY 111 Mathieu Cailler __________ Even at 11:59 p.m., the heat still owned Palm Springs. Emile’s shift had started a couple of hours earlier, and he sat in his taxicab, munching on some stale donut holes, waiting for dispatch to inform him of his next pick-up. He tinkered with the…
Read MoreWe never really lived there. We were just occupants. Not much more than squatters, but I detest that word, as it implies destitution, squalor, and illegality. No, there was nothing sinister or nefarious behind our status. We were in transition; our stay was temporary.
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