The Moon, It Grins by Rory Fleming

I started replaying my file of The Legend of Zelda: Majora’s Mask. I tapped the A button to get through the opening screens so I could play the damn thing, so I could look up and see the Moon. Link had three days to prevent it from crashing into the earth. Since Link was my…

Scar Memoir: A Brother’s Rebuttal by Donna Vorreyer

* Page 37: This accident was really not an accident. I swung the coffee can with intent at Susan’s forehead, creating the crescent scar in her eyebrow that was the result of childish play, the sweet camaraderie of siblings. The accident story was for our father, who insisted we did not have “the goddamned luxury” of emergency room visits. (See…

Once It Was Everything by Lindsay Fisher

He climbed boy-easy up into the high loft and a second-cousin called Chrissie climbed with him. And the scritch-scratch of owls or mice was there in the dry breathless dark, and her face so close he could smell the scented talc on her skin, and her hand tucked into his, small as kitten paws, and kisses then that…

Kilner-Happy by Jane Roberts

I knew the day would come. Everything else packed away, and then you’re just three things in my life. Skin, hair, nails. Tiny particles of your spent skin dust random surfaces like a scattering of icing sugar on delicate confections; they show white in the fleeting rays of sun, before disappearing into the anonymity of shadow. But I…

Say “Howdy” to Guest Poetry Editor Daniel Romo!

Howdy Farm Folk!  Daniel Romo here, and I’m thrilled to be joining the Cease, Cows posse as the corral’s first Guest Poetry Editor. I guess you could say that I’m a regular prose poem junkie… I’ve been studying the prose poem intently since my grad school days when the bug first bit me.  My eyes were…

Cows on the Moo-ve!

Happy Monday, y’all, from your ever-lovin’, friendly neighborhood cowhand, Michael Dwayne Smith! Yes, cows are on the moo-ve here at the farm, so we’ve got a couple quick announcements for you lit lovin’ folk out there in web country. We think you’ll be well-pleased with ’em. First off, thanks to our ranch-owning literary dynamo, Heather…

Inkblot Cats by April L. Ford

“He has no right brain.” “Of course he does. It’s right there.” “That’s where it should be. Nothing is there.” “I see.” “What do we tell Doctor Wills?” “We need to run a P.E.T. scan.” “And Mr. Loomis?” “Tammy will schedule the appointment.” While the senior and junior radiologists discussed the unusual black shape obscuring…

Catherine Takes to Her Bath by Laura Roberts

Catherine the Great had taken to her bath the way only powerful monarchs of the oldest school could ever do such things: completely and resolutely. No one was quite sure what had prompted her obsession with cleanliness (or was it fear of the outside world?), but after a week spent in her oversized claw-foot tub, a great number…