Pamplemousse

The Student Literary Journal of Northern Vermont University

Catch and Release

The gunshot echoed through the woods. Connor whirled around, his fly rod smacking against the tree branches. He was well downstream, but he was still in the woods that belonged to Montfort Farm. The shot had come from the falls and the pool that Connor had been...

The Alien Chose He, but Now Wants to Be a She

He likes lace—the way skin shows through no matter the color—a kind of unnatural camo. The permanent She, the human She is inconsolable. The alien asks questions to puzzle piece the grief. Her face is a storm cloud and She can’t formulate. It’s no secret. No...

Here Is What’s Left of Lake Bonneville

She is determined to see. Lock the creature in a still, share his looks with those who’ll listen. She takes a handful of diced tuna. Dabs the juice from the tin can on her collar bone. The lake is saltier than the sea, a pH between toothpaste and milk of magnesia....

Today I am a neighbor in the aisles of the store where just

Last week I walked right past my mother’s Twin sister who does live On the same hill in the same city and who sometimes I do See, but this was the first in the grocery, the one I prefer. This Is a strangeness. Living in Midst. My mother’s twin sister Matters in...

Hansel the husband he

says he’s hers. Happy at home, performing small chores, she washes white sheets. He helps with a hammer. In the middle of this who knows.