Fiction

I stood in my kitchen, hands slightly palsied as I poured myself a glass of water from the sink.

Warren P. Genesis

Fiction

At first, the dreams were jagged and bewildering, like migraine lightning or a Dali canvas.

Carl Boon

Poetry

Can’t you let the film spool unseen on the stained floor? Its frames forever static as my fingers resplice our hands. Let my battalions of

Jacquie Wyatt

Memoirs

The day after my mother’s funeral I called Comcast to cancel her cable TV account. A recorded message led me through a series of

Thomas Sullivan

Poetry

“Let’s be in love for just tonight,” you said, When I had better things to do in red High heels. Encircling your big bad bed

LindaAnn Loschiavo

Confessional

I thought of someone else while I kissed my boyfriend. “I did that once,” I said. “Oh no you didn’t.” said Heather. She’s the girl

Kelly Anderson