Salvatore Difalco

THE FOREST   The new forest had just opened to the public. As had been the case with prior such installations, reactions were mixed. Some people said they found it relaxing or stimulating, an excellent locus to hone or pacify the thoughts, or simply a good place to open up the lungs and breathe. Others…

Melissa Ballard

Still, Life   I cradle a container of urine between my thighs. I am twenty-four, a senior in college, and I have been accepted to graduate school with a generous financial aid package. I am on the pill, but my period is late; it is 1977, and home pregnancy tests are not yet readily available….

Alora Young

“For a Black Girl” When you hear the words “for a black girl” you probably think of nothing at all… because unless you live the violence that is suffering in silence nothing wrong with those words crosses your mind because you can’t see the boys who ruined my birthday by making monkey noises at us…

Bethany Fajardo Howard

El Castillo above the sea waves watches the stout Castillo built by Spanish hands   the ghosts of soldiers long since passed are immortal in its garitas   darkness of past years is remembered in cells of Torre Antigua   the vain elegance of San Felipe’s kingly might is carved in stone   today another…

Sonya Huber

I Am Showing Up for the Apocalypse   I am poisoned with caffeine, I am poisoned with caffeine. I lost two earrings and a hat, I got several projects part-way done and nothing really completed, or if it is completed I am not satisfied and my coat doesn’t fit me and I also lost my…

Celia Bland

Damned Nantahala Lake was created by Duke Power as part of the New Deal’s electrification project.  It flooded the Cherokee town of Aquone, first mapped by conquistador Hernando De Soto in 1540.    Tobacco clots before it’s combed.   Call it cash crop and cuss its shag clotted, combed, carded, and shredded like Carolina barbeque….

Robert Gwaltney

The Deep Down   A storm was coming. Way off in the distance, its inky edges began to spoil the late morning sky. A low roll of thunder grumbled from the ground tickling the bottom of my bare feet. “How many more?” Etta Mae said, holding the front of her dress out before her like…

Klae Bainter

Half an Hour Late, and 15 Years. Charles Wolf’s killer was arrested in 2017 for a crime that occurred in 2003. He was picked up in Florida. He got time served. He is 37 years old. Murphy took a plea deal. Having already been charged and sentenced for that crime in Florida, he must serve…

Rachel Stewart

The Plainest Ring He builds her houses in the trees so she can sleep When she wakes, he brings her milk and bread for breakfast   They sit on the branches together, watching the sky change colors   One day, he asks her for the plainest ring she can find She says she doesn’t know…

Signal Mountain Review Now Open for Submissions

Signal Mountain Review welcomes both established and emerging writers to submit their pieces for publication. We have a special interest in that which helps to illuminate who we are, how we got here, and who we could be.  Fiction, nonfiction, poetry, and hybrid forms are welcome. In fiction, we are not just open to, but excited about,…