CASKET SHOPPING, by David Driscoll

Fiction by David Driscoll CASKET SHOPPING Grandma died sitting up in her bed. It was the afternoon, and all four of us were there. We didn’t see her soul winging out of her mouth on a little puff of smoke…

INTERVENTION, by Christopher Kostyn Passante

Flash Nonfiction by Christopher Kostyn Passante INTERVENTION Let’s begin with your name. Thomas. Last name? Paine. Interesting. Why’s that interesting, doc? That you share a name with a famous revolutionary? It’s just a name my father gave me. I see.…

DISASTER IS A POLITIC, by Alan Pelaez Lopez

Poetry by Alan Pelaez Lopez DISASTER IS A POLITIC (Click on image to enlarge.) Alan Pelaez Lopez is a poet, installation, and adornment artist from Oaxaca, México. Pelaez Lopez’s debut visual poetry collection, Intergalactic Travels: poems from a fugitive alien…

SHE’S STILL HERE?, by June Martin

Fiction by June Martin SHE’S STILL HERE? For as long as any of us had known her, Jennifer had carried herself with the dignity of someone who was going to die young. She knew it would happen soon, and everyone…

LIGHTNING STRIKES, by Beth Kephart

Poetry by Beth Kephart LIGHTNING STRIKES   Beth Kephart, a National Book Award finalist, is the award-winning author of some forty books and the author of the bestselling Substack, The Hush and the Howl. She turned to the paper arts…

THIS IS WHO WE ARE, by Jamie Holland

Flash by Jamie Holland THIS IS WHO WE ARE Before we were ten, we served gin and tonics and poured Chablis into glass after glass, navigating the thick forest of dark suits and wide ties, color-blocked dresses and soft walls…

HOMER, by Debbie Weaver

Flash Nonfiction by Debbie Weaver HOMER On a Sunday morning, I shuffle from the family room where I’m reading to the kitchen and pour a second cup of coffee, stepping over my oldest daughter’s ten-year-old dog who is suffering from…

BATS, by Laurie Blauner

Flash by Laurie Blauner BATS The best I could manage was a high whistle while trying to tell the bats, Stay away. When they first arrived I wanted to speak to them but they were busy echolocating.  At night, in…

LIFE LOOP, by Alison Powell

Poetry by Alison Powell LIFE LOOP a. My mother dreams of Ninepenny, the sign marking it: her father’s land. A stream split down the middle by a crescent of mossy bank. She tells me about it, how they’d kept chickens.…

HOW PIGEONS WALK, by Karen Laws

Flash by Karen Laws HOW PIGEONS WALK At the lake I remained alert, my gaze alighting upon every gray head. I watched anyone with a moderately stiff gait.  I contemplated a grassy slope where people were sunbathing and thought, This…

AIR SUPPLY, by Tracy Morin

Fiction by Tracy Morin AIR SUPPLY Love and Other Bruises I lived with a man, Barry, just before they enacted, after a lengthy period of contention in the usual government palaces, the Intercontinental Rationing of Oxygen Decree (IROD). Two days…

FIRST LESSON, by Brooke Middlebrook

Flash Nonfiction by Brooke Middlebrook FIRST LESSON Us fourth-graders are sitting in a circle in the cafegymatorium awaiting our first flute lesson—all girls except poor AJ, no more saxophones left at the rental place—with instruments assembled in our laps, and…

SPILLING OVER, by Lauren Woods

Flash Nonfiction by Lauren Woods SPILLING OVER The time I drunk dialed my grandmother, I was twenty-three years old and just out of college. My sister and I had been drinking in our new apartment in Washington, DC, a small…

April Fools

APRIL FOOLS!!! Cleaver going to fully AI “literature”? NOT A CHANCE! We’re committed to publishing the finest, cutting-edge literature, but we DO NOT consider AI-generated or AI-assisted work. Cleaver is here for the fully diverse spectrum of fully HUMAN voices.…

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