Strange/r -November 2022
Bird House in Reflection by David A. Goodrum
Bird House in Reflection by David A. GoodrumDavid A. Goodrum, photographer/writer, lives in Corvallis, Oregon. His photos are forthcoming or have been published in Cirque Journal, Wild Roof Journal, Ilanot Review, Willows Wept Review, Blue Mesa Review, and others. His...
Cowboy by Kieran Orndorff
Cowboyby Kieran OrndorffI stepped into a room Saw a cowboy with a red hat He pointed his finger To the secrets tangled in his jeans Jesus Christ How do you explain that Kieran Orndorff is an assistant project manager with Century Kitchens. He’s currently pursuing a...
Drag Barbie by Karen Schauber
Drag Barbieby Karen SchauberThe year Drag Barbie came out was my best ever. Long leggy hi-octane black-patent thigh-high boots with diamond-studded drill bits for heels, Prussian blue faux-fur shortie jacket, poofy Bichon Frisé hair, black pearl choker and lashes that...
First Time Again by Chila Woychik
First Time Again by Chila WoychikSo here it is. Me, the facts, and that strange after-silence. Btw, I can’t say I expected any of it. I still don’t expect it unless living in a dream is someone’s idea of comfortable expectation. First, I ask where those nieces came...
Hamelin / We Are … / Monozygotic by Jo Gatford
Hamelin / We Are Not Sent into the Woods but Go Willingly / Monozygoticby Jo GatfordHamelin The melody draws them out like woodlice from a rotten log. A puppet-strung dance – lock-limbed and rictus-smiled – all the way to the river. When help finally arrives, they...
I am not scared … by Louise Bryant
I am not scared, I do not fear you, I am at peace by Louise BryantLouise Bryant is a writer, editor and lover of art and photography. She loves the weird, the wild and strange things in life.
I’m not here. by Austin Medina Diaz
I'm not here.by Austin Medina DiazThe definition of a guest room: a bedroom in a house for visitors to sleep in. I am not, however, sleeping here. It is four in the morning, and I have not slept. Also, it is unclear if I am still a visitor or if I ever was. Two of the...
Lunch Lover by Catherine Cronin
Lunch Loverby Catherine CroninThat’s a red line for me. A big no-no! And I’ve given this serious thought, consideration and covert observation, probably, as far back as our third lunch together, here, when I finally copped, with horror, the corned beef. Before that, I...
Orphans by Kate Maxwell
Orphansby Kate MaxwellInside Voice It lived in the walls. Weaving around wooden beams, whistling in hollows, oozing through the wallpaper to whisper her name. Even as she burrowed under blankets, its ice breath slithered over cheeks, followed into fears, followed...
Seeking Beauty by Christine Breede
Seeking Beautyby Christine BreedeI stride through the city grid with everyday impatience, a woman in dark frames, while fifty feet away, there stands a man on a sidewalk grate, in stillness, with a face as muddled as the sagging pants dropped below his waist, and he...
Sylvie by Renee Ebert
Sylvieby Renee EbertShe fell down the stairs, that’s where the cut on her forehead came from. The room was ordinarily cold, but. But Add to it the coldest day ever in February. Ever in London. Add to it the windows opened all the way. The wind pushed the curtains,...
The Pirate Parents by Corey Miller
The Pirate Parentssearch for their lost boys, their sons that ran away to never grow up. Pirate Parents age past their forties, fifties. Achy backs from hoisting the main sail, loading cannonballs and swabbing the deck they renamed The Ultra Serious deck. This was...
The Raven by Sarette Danae
The Ravenby Sarette DanaeThere’s a raven who haunts me, especially on days like this. From the corner of my eye, I’ll catch his silhouette slicing through the sky. He rides the currents, catches the breeze, never needing to flutter or flap. You’d almost think he was...
vermi / offset by Alan Bern
vermiby Alan BernoffsetPhotographs often capture moments. To collect these moments I walk my neighborhood streets and also beyond – and I capture moments, sometimes with the camera on my phone, sometimes with a few words for a title or poem, and sometimes with both....
