FictionThe Light by Blaze Farrar
The November moon was high overhead, making the treetops and field look silver. I went out to see the moon glow on my skin and found a moth struggling to build a…

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Everything we printed in Issue #4 of Dual Coast Magazine: 68 pieces of poetry, fiction, nonfiction, and photography, free to read. If you would rather hold it, Issue #4 is still in print as a paperback from Prolific Press.
FictionThe November moon was high overhead, making the treetops and field look silver. I went out to see the moon glow on my skin and found a moth struggling to build a…
Living WellBow-tie pasta (farfalle) is great in dishes with intense fragrances and flavors. It really holds on to the delicious, creamy sauce in this entree. Ingredients: 4 ounces smoked salmon, torn into pieces…
Living WellWhat some call a 17-year problem, we call delicious! For best results, catch ‘em while they’re fresh out of the ground. They will be easier to catch and more tender! 1 lb…
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…
Humor
Humor
FictionDetour “Did you bring the baby’s bottle?” “Of course I did. Did you put the diapers in the trunk?” “We can always buy diapers.” “You mean to say we have no diapers…
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…
FictionDelaney’s Pansies Delaney had spent his entire life trying to make the world a more beautiful place. And he’d done it—modestly perhaps, but he’d done it. His pansies glorified his yard and…
PoetryI Shake My Head because when I ask her what the emergency is, she tells me her 11 year old son won’t go to school. I want to shout at the woman…
FictionEmerging Adulthood Old Age Frightens Me During the last few years of his life, Grandad used to write down the time and events of each day. At 2:15, the mail was delivered,…
NonfictionPolaroid Umbrella A pink candle perfectly centered atop a birthday cake, a cake my mother baked on a scorching summer afternoon in late August, 1965. It was my favorite cake, chocolate, lathered…
PoetryKisses 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.…
PoetryThe 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 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 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 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 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 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 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…