Fiction

Short Story

There were times when it seemed like all the beauty was sucked out of my life. This was one of them. It was cold and

Allison Whittenberg

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

Short Story

Three walls of the room are made of tin, but on the fourth side a polished floor opens, running like fabric into curtains of lace,

Rochelle Potkar

Poetry

Outside my window there is steam
and there are lights in a skyscraper
where people sit at their desks
and the lights let them work.

Alan S. Kleiman

Fiction

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

Carl Boon