He thought forever would be like time going missing driving at night, but it turns out it’s more like a snow globe. It’s shaken and swirling, too much of a whiteout to follow the highway lines of time. He does know the start. It was static then, and maybe it will be again in the end. But since his...
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Two Boys Kiss
Two As in a pair. As in a set. As in a couple. As in dalawa. As in double. As in two of cups. As in division into halves. As in when our two hands touch in the city bus in daylight it makes two hands turn into ten fingers and I think that means something. As in we can make more out of nothing. As...
When False Selves Overwhelm: A Review of A Different Hurricane by H. Nigel Thomas
Reviewed by Keith Garebian H. Nigel Thomas, A Different Hurricane (Dundurn Press, 2025), 250pp., $25.99. On a quiet morning in 2017, the island of St. Vincent seems utterly calm. Yet, for Gordon Wiley, there is turbulence—for reasons the reader will soon discern. A thick backstory unfolds in...
Ambrose Albert Joins Plenitude as Associate Prose Editor
Plenitude Magazine is excited to announce another new editor! Join us in welcoming Ambrose Albert as one of our new Associate Prose Editors, alongside Joelle Kidd. We couldn’t be luckier! Ambrose has previously been published in Plenitude, you can check out his poems “witchbride”...
Infinity Box
for Cathy Ahlers Beloved void. First sound of first stars flung into darkness. You died, and there were eight loads of laundry. A brown mouse poked her head from beneath a white curtain. A con- tractor waved through the kitchen window, then pulled up the rotten deck. The world looked like nothing...
My fingers still search for her
“Okay, like, hear me out. Going to the forest is like the ultimate form of getting in touch with your traditional manhood.” It starts like this, very gently, delicately placed. I am a seed that will soon take root in his mind. Dave is talking to him over a beer, like they do and have done since the...
