Fiction

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

Kelly Dasta

Poetry

Knows the heart ache of canaries. Hummimg bird to spilt milk No friends same dress Pearls that rarely dance Five dollar rose bouquets Without a

Neth Brown

Short Story

It was Saturday. And I love Saturdays. My friend Libby’s dad takes her to church on Saturdays. And Polly’s dad takes her to museums. And

Nora Mabie

Poetry

Crying, I recall my father shudders, remembering tall thin men at the foot of the bed apparitions at night, faceless heads like pins, mostly arms,

Robert Eric Shoemaker

Short Story

The red door to my home opened and the fresh smell of warm turkey and cranberry sauce collided with my senses the way Sticky

RJ Lloyd

Fiction

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

Warren P. Genesis