FictionA Boon from an Angel by Matias Travieso-Diaz
Norman first saw the angel on one of those November nights when the temperature is too low for air conditioning but too high for the heating unit to do any good. Unable…
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FictionNorman first saw the angel on one of those November nights when the temperature is too low for air conditioning but too high for the heating unit to do any good. Unable…
FictionJill was startled awake by a sound. She sat up in bed, staring into the darkness. The blankets had been thrown aside. As her eyes adjusted, she could see them churned up…
FictionPlaces are like photographs. Your first visit somewhere is the snapshot, and every visit thereafter just adds shadow, highlight, or a frame around what you already know. Like with meeting people, first…
PoetryHow to Eat Cherries In a summer garden languidly. Piled in a blue bowl, sun polishing their gloss; the name’s soft consonants springs water in your mouth. Don’t hold it by the…
PoetryMan Hollowed Out Wooden Leg to Smuggle Iguanas I would have got away with it but for the noise – claws scratching at the wood, those genteel coughing sounds iguanas make. “One…
FictionLike the Hopper Man Tonight, I turn on the ‘Easy Listening’ channel and shadow dance under an old moon breaking improbably through half-opened, weathered window shutters. As I do, I retreat into…
FictionWhether The sanitation trucks gather from around the city. They bear down on the narrow residential streets of Queens, moving masses of slush and debris from the past week’s back-to-back storms, opening…
FictionGypsy Moth Summer All I really heard was “accident” and “your brother.” The music vacuum had clued me in that something was wrong. There was no Carole King, no Don McLean, not…
FictionThe Ruins Lucia’s eyes looked through the viewfinder at the green and blue contrast of the coast. The car window was rolled down. The wind tousled her hair. She stared, not daring…
FictionDredging “They’re draining Jackson Pond,” my wife says, and I almost spray my Fruit Loops. She just keeps rolling like it doesn’t matter, rinsing her breakfast dishes and slipping them into the…
ArticlesQuibids.com The Real Story – An Investigatory Review of Quibids.com and Its Practices Qibids.com is a business involved in “Penny Auctions”. This appears to be a form of online gambling thinly disguised…
PoetrySandhog for Paul Rohan Old scrapper, skin for gloves, calloused knuckles, broken nose that made your face fit your voice: Brooklynese classic-poet-quoting boxer belying your fourth-grade education— Milton, Chaucer, The Bard in…
PoetryThanksgiving in California November has a lovely way of mixing gold into the grey, as tiny amber cones that dot each redwoods’ evening silhouette A vee of geese, in honking verse, pass…
PoetryOBLIVION don’t wake me when he drinks when he drives don’t tell me of the screech the car crash let me sleep let me dream unaware
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