PoetryKisses of Hope by David Pring-Mill
Kisses of Hope There are kisses in which people want to get lost, There are kisses in which people want to be found. There are kisses that fade into pecks of routine.…
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PoetryThe Dance Never Danced by Joseph Roberts
The Dance Never Danced The lights went down on the dance floor The song, “Unchained Melody” played The couple embraced each other And began their dance of pure love Their eyes locked…
PoetryBack Again by Ingi House
Back Again She called me at 2 a.m. asking if I’m okay a shooting 2 hours away Just last month I called her, asking if she was okay, her city burning just…
PoetryApples by Ingi House
Apples I reach for the bag of apples in my fridge, reminded of the time you told me, after a night of love making, that I had nothing in my apartment to…
PoetryLocksmith by Nicholas D’Angelo
Locksmith Waiting Paradise Entry locked from inside No locksmith Seeing glory from a distance Onlookers wait patiently With sweaty palms And weeping red eyes
PoetryI’m Not Sure Why the Sky Turns Pink by Safiyyah Motaib
I’m Not Sure Why the Sky Turns Pink after being blue, but I know how it feels. it welcomes the night with white clouds after long days filled with stubborn folk who…
FictionEctotherm by Julie M. Goldberg
Ectotherm Don’t shop when you’re hungry, they always say. No one mentions the opposite: don’t bother when you’ve lost your appetite. Nothing looks like food. The cart goes hungry. Spotless glass flings…
PoetryHalloween by Mary Gunn
Halloween All deciduous leaves are falling . . . Unending swathes of bronze and yellow, Turnips and pumpkins – faces glowing, Unusual costumes and a cheery “hello”, Mother’s warning: “fewer sweets, more…
PoetryExistential Haircut by Timothy Pilgrim
Existential Haircut Not funeral home nor church, white sheet draped over me, mirrors repeat endless backs of my head into far distance. Each grows more wee till the faint version of myself…
PoetryVacuuming Around the Dead by Timothy Pilgrim
Vacuuming Around the Dead Dirt finds a way to lie with remains — casket open, deceased propped up, lips purple, fine-lined, sewn tight, eyes gray, dust layered on face. Lights go bright,…
FictionFist. Pull. Foot. Push. by Samuel Cole
Fist. Pull. Foot. Push. Lanny tightened his fingers around the bottom rung of the silo’s ladder and pulled the weight of his body up, legs swimming the air for leverage, nose twitching,…
FictionAccentuating Circumstances by Steve Slavin
Accentuating Circumstances I grew up during the late 1940s in a Jewish working class neighborhood in Brooklyn. Because all our neighbors over the age of fifty were from Eastern Europe, nearly everyone’s…
FictionBrand New Man by Dakota James
Brand New Man Tony slicked back his hair with the comb he kept in his pocket, and smoldered at his reflection—hair was getting too long. Well, that wouldn’t do. Annie wouldn’t be…
FictionThings Go South by Steven Asch
A red letter day , thought Leland Hendy as his feet pounded the dirt streets of Mendocino City, Mendocino County, California. It was late and hot and September, 1933. “Seven years of…
FictionDoggie by Dakota James
Doggie There I was in Morningside Heights. Walking that damn doggie again. Third day in a row and I was already ready to tie that doggie’s leash to a Citi Bike and…
FictionMinstrel Cycle by Tabbitha A. Gordon
Minstrel Cycle The swift plucking of chords forcefully interrupted Arianna’s dreams. Groaning, she begrudgingly lifted herself off the bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. As she squinted, she saw the figure…
FictionSteam Rooms, Silk Robes, and Sterilized Needles by Dakota James
Steam Rooms, Silk Robes, and Sterilized Needles Buck woke in what he thought was a steam room; he assumed the coat the doctor had on was a silk robe. It wasn’t. When…
FictionThe Darang Family and the Super Typhoon by Raymund P. Reyes
The Darang Family and the Super Typhoon The weather reports on TV declared it a super typhoon, the strongest that the region would ever witness. The news anchor said they even culled…
PoetryBone by Michael Griffith
Bone The bone exposed broken Too close to the surface Wound too deep. Fragments of white move in muscle, carried by blood. They will be removed then discarded. Once, part of me…
PoetryInjustice by Gary Beck
Injustice In the age old battle between guardians of the state and the disaffected, the hatred of the police by the poverty populace is a constant day by day, since government agents…