Cetera Magazine (Page 2)

Doors that Open on Leap Days

Every four years, on February 29, the bar is open.

The Silence Between My Thoughts

I counted three sets of eyes. Looking out at me. Judging my frailty.

Addressee Unknown

The cards keep coming. Year after year. This time, she's going to make them stop.

Three Days on the Water

Gustavo’s stomach tightened. He had been on rougher seas. This was nothing.

Starling Song

I asked the crows what they wanted, but their unnatural suspension was its own form of acknowledgement.

Cetera Poetry #1 – The Things That Survive Us

Every poem in this issue arrives carrying its own weather. Some carry the hush of a kitchen after midnight, or the shape of a shoreline where the water keeps its counsel. Some move through childhood terrain half-remembered and half-invented, through fields that no longer exist except in the body. Others

The Pomegranate Man

The pomegranate split in his hands—reluctantly, then all at once—and Riam set half of it on the flat rock where the tide would find it by morning. The seeds shone like wet garnets in the last grey light. Forty years he had done this. Forty winters watching the

Closure, and Other Impossible Wishes

Unfortunately, Sian had a talent not only for creativity but also overthinking, which meant that by the end of the second week she had a full list of possibilities. 1. He’d had a breakdown. 2. He’d been mugged. 3. He had a girlfriend. 4. He had a wife.