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  • Candy, and other poems [Holly Day] {Poetry}

  • Three Poems [Ajay Clark] {Poetry}
    Let your heart sit front and center to be entertained.

  • Dutch Masters in Leather Jackets [David Stillwagon] {Microfiction}
    There was an uncompromised silence that existed when the air was frigid and the ground was coated with snow. The sound of my breathing seemed exaggerated as I drudged along.

  • Pain Killers [Michael Bagen] {Macrofiction}
    Jane sat on the corner of a building. Down below laid a windswept street, barely visible at the distance. But she did not seem to care that she could see no ground. It was one of many things that she could no longer see.

  • 10 Days of Silence (Excerpt from the upcoming Memoir) [MeiMei Fox] {Microfiction}
    The gong sounds at 4 am, rousing me from my dream of eating cheese. It’s pitch black outside and I’m supposed to go meditate for two hours without so much as a cup of tea in my belly? This is totally insane.

 
Macrofiction
  • Beware the Wolves: A Soviet WWII Story [Victor Moss]
    Hitler called his invasion Operation Barbarosa; the Soviets called it a nightmare. On June 22, 1941, at exactly 4:00 a.m., Hitler broke his non-aggression pact with Stalin, and Germany, unexpectedly, invaded...Chapter 1: An excerpt from the novel

  • Jules Versus Breezy [Andrew Fox]
    This is the only short story I've written that features Jules Duchon, my vampire character from Fat White Vampire Blues. I wrote it in 1998 as a 60th birthday gift for my friend Bob Borsodi.

  • Blues for Lona [Bill Cramb]
    The night I talked to Koko Taylor after a gig.

  • A Hurdle for Dunces [Nathan Leslie]
    Excerpt from 'Believers'-- I saw them get into thousands of arguments, sometimes over the stupidest shit you can imagine?what kind of horse is the fastest, what is the best drink to go with oysters, who was better Julius Irving or Larry Bird

  • Je T?Aime [Bridgett Gayle]
    Don?t get me wrong. I?m perfectly comfortable with myself. I tell myself that every morning while looking into my bathroom mirror. ?Michelle, you?re a good person.

 
Microfiction
  • Five Minutes To Love [Bridgett Gayle]
    Sondra is sick but she still has her mojo. I watch her steady hand, like that of a surgeon, apply the jet black eyeliner. She bends forward like an agile yogi toward the bathroom mirror to get a closer look.

  • Homecoming [Michael P. McManus]
    He did not think of a trout stream and fish its whole length, but he wondered if God was responsible for the Big Bang or if the Big Bang was responsible for God.

  • The Coup [Peter Schoenau]
    During the investigation, the long arm of the Interior Ministry would at some point find out that his Peruvian passport was false.

  • Swami and the Mad Painter [Sasha]
    There was a time when street urchins foretold futures for royals and bards sold their souls for infamy...

  • The Immigrant [Jack Galmitz]
    It was not a very welcoming sky for the Fourth of July. It was dull and dank and it looked like it would stay that way throughout the night.

 
Poetry
  • Filmatic [D. Garcia-Wahl]
    Nothing known at the fade in will be left in the fade out.

  • Bog Cities [William Doreski]
    Of course they’re eerie, the streets hushed by mud, footprints sinking in the stink of decay. Buildings tilt and sway as the mood shifts.

  • Who is it who is burning am I [Don Becker]
    Who is it who is burning am I as if I my head was on fire a Roman candle I blaze and burn

  • Fallen [Lee Ann McKain]
    What crime is no crime when the clock strikes death

  • Poetry [Mathieu Thiem]

    vanishing before you arrive
    a sickly taste in my mouth
    washing away what was once sweet.


 
serial
  • In Memory of Gods and Heroes-- Part 3 - Chapter 1 [Esteban Martinez]
    I left the shooting range late. I saw a bloody moon, looked almost, really, like it was bleeding, like someone shoved an ice pick in it. The air smelled like hay and cow shit, which makes sense given the location of the range.

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