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©2018 Barren Magazine. An Alt.Lit Introspective.

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Toy Box

Toy Box

A Note from the Editor: Many of the photographs you will see in this issue are from Asher -- no last name, simply as is. Asher is a sculptor from near Detroit…

Asher 10/20/2018
Barnlights

Barnlights

Those fireflies spark in the hum and burr of twilight, when our legs begin to itch from the day's rambles. Chiggers and tall grass have left their mark, a…

Amanda Crum 10/20/2018
A Girl Buys Lilies for Herself

A Girl Buys Lilies for Herself

She knows that there is something wrong with her when there have been no flowers in her house for weeks. The air smells of uninhabited hearts and crushed moths and…

Priyanka Sacheti 10/20/2018
Sharp Parables

Sharp Parables

Children hear of water-hoardings. Lorelei floating gold cups, coaxing gullible girls down. Ancient cities settled by kelp and shells. Rivers refusing tossed-in…

Emily Osborne 10/20/2018
How to weave a blanket out of horsehair and spidersilk

How to weave a blanket out of horsehair and spidersilk

Smothered by sun and time / one sun drunk lizard / and me with my belly exposed / pine wood rounds / tree rings naked and orange / sap the taste of resin / cinnamon…

Sonja Swift 10/20/2018
Rattle

Rattle

I taped flyers to the maple trees that lined both sides of the street. Your gap-toothed smile stared back at me, crooked school tie, and favourite pink bow. I…

Julie Rea 10/20/2018
Letters to a Dead Racehorse #6, #8

Letters to a Dead Racehorse #6, #8

#6 Can you tell me how much longer I get to be alive and in love? Maybe a person only gets a choice between the two and maybe it is too late to live after…

Jill Mceldowney 10/20/2018
History & the Doomed

History & the Doomed

Curb corners accumulate dandelions, cigarettes, & skeletons, compliments of the whirlwind as it keens through errant sunbeams. Antennae twitch at smashed gears.…

Amee Nassrene Broumand 10/20/2018
Marigold

Marigold

Mornings in Uganda are first the color of periwinkles, then roses, then suddenly a shot of brightest marigold. I watch it from my doorstep, listening. The caws of…

Katie Karnehm-Esh 08/15/2018
Arsonist With Unlit Match

Arsonist With Unlit Match

She stands close enough to the building for the fumes to creep into her nose. This is the last time, she tells herself, as she always does. Even as the strong scent…

Matt Fiander 08/15/2018
White Knives, Blue Tears, & Red Whips

White Knives, Blue Tears, & Red Whips

The whips fed on the blood of my forefather's backs. Soaked it up like needed sustenance, leaving the drops for the soil We cried into the sea, bodies floating…

Shirley Jones-Luke 08/15/2018
Growing Up Polack

Growing Up Polack

My dad spent 4 ½ years in Buchenwald concentration camp in Nazi Germany. My mother spent 2 ½ years as a slave laborer in various camps there. When the war ended,…

John Guzlowski 08/15/2018
perhaps the sea

perhaps the sea

Foaming and violent as the wave, we echo of beatings taken on shores unknown or known too well. The sea is as young as it is sage, as seasoned in relief…

Chris Wheeler 08/15/2018
After D

After D

a light rain is falling. perhaps, like the trace of a breeze it will bring a fresh spirit of peace to a world that's imploding. shattered seeds scatter, soft,…

Jody Collins 08/15/2018