by Centaur Lit | Apr 28, 2025 | Spring 2025
Your saviors have landed, blue eyes bright with compassion and rapacity. Your saviors know all about your country’s bittersweet melisma, three thousand year blood feuds, and rickety cotton-looms: They were briefed on the flight over. All about your country, including...
by Centaur Lit | Apr 28, 2025 | Spring 2025
When I come home, I do not come home. I do not step over the worn threshold of our side door, the sizzling sound of oil and my mother’s voice soaring as I walk across laminate tiles placed slightly askew, with years of dirt caked by my mother’s busy feet pacing the...
by Centaur Lit | Apr 28, 2025 | Spring 2025
My neighbor’s dog is lost. I’ve had a lost dog once, or maybe even twice, and three or four times. Growing up on a farm, my family had outside dogs. They weren’t allowed in the house. The only leashes my family owned were the ones attached to halters to show cows and...
by Centaur Lit | Apr 28, 2025 | Spring 2025
Every day, I wait at the bus stop for Kiara to hop off. On some days, Sandy, the driver, throws me a treat from the goodies bag stashed in the cup holder. Today, it’s a fortune cookie. I remember air-kissing my child as she sat in her usual seat—eighth from the front,...
by Centaur Lit | Apr 28, 2025 | Spring 2025
He flips a switch and the projector flickers, scarred film twitching on the wall, and she appears, untouchable, a wicked smile scythed across her face, then he drops the needle, and the dark record spins. A voice like old leather sings about those who never returned...