Fiction

Short Story

The city centre fast food restaurant, part of a chain known across the world, was empty when the young couple entered. They paused to survey

John Butterfield

Poetry

I’d rather be a collapsed flower drenched in rainwater; succumbed to the well where wishes weld winning whims. though not alone as the barren heart

Dr. Ernest Williamson III

Fiction

How do you photograph silence? Is it represented by an empty room? A sleeping baby? A seascape?

Constance L. Lieber

Poetry

Your voice alights on my armhair, a whiff of cigar smoke— caramel, and ghostly— “Cities die; let them.” Black thing to say. I patter

Robert Eric Shoemaker

Fiction

Have you ever met someone who makes you question everything you’ve ever wanted?

Kelly Dasta

Poetry

Meet me in the mountains Of Oregon (Washington’s been having too many fires). It won’t be hard to find me- Just look for the earthship,

Amara Nova