Original Photo: Timothy Eberly Out for Blood (or Air, or Whatever) You stumble through the gym doors, away from the people and into the almost-snow cold, skin so hot to the touch that steam rises o…| atlasandalice.com
Photo: Dan Meyers I realize I am a serial monogamist. * Sautéing yellow onions in my mother’s home, a moment breaks open in the way moments do—senselessly. Do I actually want to be married? The vo…| atlasandalice.com
The Cordeliad KING LEAR What can you say to draw ………………………..A third more opulent than your sisters? Speak. CORDELIA …| atlasandalice.com
By the Side of the Road I could do so much more than the stain-ridden state of a world has left me. I could make so many more things out of what rushes by me but my eyes always blink, I can’t hold …| atlasandalice.com
The Hero’s Return Maybe you won’t believe me but it’s true—I had that thing happen to me we all fear. Sometimes we play the scenario out in our twisted minds to torture ourselves, like …| atlasandalice.com
I suppose the title above says it all. Now that we have finished posting work for Issue 25, Atlas and Alice is going to slink off into the night. Running a literary journal is hard, and after 26 issues (don’t forget our special CNF Covid issue!), almost 12 years, a whole slew of anthology appearances, and […]|
Photo: Ravi Palwe Minus World 1. Play through World 1-2. Stand at the far left edge of the pipe at the end of the level. From a jump position, break the second to last block on the ceiling. It may …| atlasandalice.com
Photo: Pexels So Tightly Wound Roland and I have been arguing the whole way to Coachella: I hate camping, it’s too hot, we can’t afford this. But I never actually said no. When we arrive, some band’s bass is making the air jump. We find his friends in the car camping area, getting drunk under […]|
Photo: Austin Human Monster Men from Outer Space The monster men came from outer space, their sideburns fizzing as they burned through the atmosphere, space dust beading up on their brows. They lan…| atlasandalice.com
Posts about Uncategorized written by benjwoodard, lizannyoung, and emilyarna| atlasandalice.com
Photo: Lluis Bazan TrueCompanion When I unpackaged my mother I tried not to notice she was naked. I’d selected the option to have her fully clothed upon arrival. If I hadn’t already returned a doll…| atlasandalice.com
Photo: K Adams Tall Oaks An exploration of a suburban New Jersey site through the homes and lives of residents from 2002-2021. _______________________________________________________________________ Note: Real names have been changed for privacy. Introduction Tall Oaks is a microcosm of a childhood—my childhood. It began as a street, but became an image in my mind for the […]|
Photo: Lucas George Wendt In Amalfi after Jack Gilbert Mother used to tell us that if a bird fell from the nest, it was best to let it go. That the drama had already ended. After we parted, everyone said we were always wrong for each other, that the affair was doomed from the beginning. […]|
Photo: Viktor Forgacs The Last Faculty Meeting The last full faculty meeting of the semester was held a mere two days after Commencement—two days since they had been sweating in their heavy regalia, thirsty and bored. The silver lining was that the meeting had been moved from in-person to Zoom. The rumor was the college […]|
Photo: Justine Camacho We Have Little Time Left I should have listened to the doctors who said I can converse with you, even if you aren’t able to respond. I should have caressed your hands, your papery skin. I should have kissed your palms instead of withdrawing and submerging into worry after your stroke. Never […]|
Photo: József Szabó How to Be Soft in a Hard World Imagine aliens on an alien plant. Now imagine them with broken hearts. Now imagine a new shape for a heart. Find someone with a terrible tattoo and tell them you love them for it. Tell them it’s forever. Take pride in lifting something heavy […]|
Photo: Oleksandr Akulenko Song of Myself, Six Months Postgrad and Still in Moline I heard about a gunfight, and I went. It was one of those old-fashioned ones. Ten paces. Turn, draw, etc. They held…| atlasandalice.com
Photo: Camden & Hailey George The Near Future of Death The soft-spoken young woman at the corner table is Death. In her very long life, she’ll talk about herself exactly once, to exactly one pe…| atlasandalice.com
Photo: Maddy Baker The Chilla Before gloving up, Ellen strokes the fur shawl on the mannequin. It’s chinchilla, brown, so soft it feels abstract, like the idea of a thing rather than the thing itse…| atlasandalice.com
Photo: Aaron Burden Pebbles I’m five and I find a dead sparrow in our backyard. My father screams at the TV after a missed penalty kick, muffling the intensity of my cries. I’m six and misplacing t…| atlasandalice.com
