By: Ian Patt             Most of you, my online friends, have heard about the recent fine which has been unfairly levied against my program. Do any of you really know the backstory though? I mean really know it? You can’t…

By: Peter J. Dellolio It Was A Matter Of Lust It was a matter oflust in spite of thosedapper fellows withoutthe electric chair sowe pleaded and were neededin spite of scarecrows wearingoxygen masks in Damascus. Nectarines Rubbed Nectarines rubbed nocturnal…

By: Ian C Smith I wanted to defeat time visiting the boyhood manor of my father, that remote relation, who fled the travails of his life by emigrating.  Envisaging touring his biography that nobody would write I thought, so old,…

By: Snigdha Agrawal The little girl…now grown upsomewhere in her fortiesstill remembers Dadicrushing her favourite candywith a mortar and pestle,because her dentures,refused to stay fixedlike party switcherseager to please. Nothing could tempt hertowards “Fairaro”or those silver-foiled,foreign-returned dropsof “HisnHers”,Her son picked…

By Stephen Alexander                A meme circulating social media shows a wedding photo of pop superstar Dua Lipa and actor Callum Turner. The caption reads, “Everything I ask God for, He triples and gives to Dua Lipa.” The joke is…

By: Mary Bone      The summer between her junior and senior years, Alex worked as a server at Wharf Mountain. The tips were great. Alex nearly had enough money to buy a new car. The mountain was full of tourists…

By: Donna Dallas Meet on the Edge Of the bayat the marigold sunsetas the old man walks his pug dogand mumbles under his breath Three cars sit parked in anticipationas the illustrious sundrops itselfinto the oil streaked water Three cars…

By: Elaine Lennon They had watched A Nightmare on Elm Street on a television that belonged to Steve’s parents, which meant the television was large and the carpet was thick and the room smelled faintly of furniture polish and whatever…

By: Elaine Lennon Mary Anne Smith had learned, early and with some satisfaction, that the most dangerous people rarely announced themselves. They wore tweed coats with elbows gone shiny, spoke politely about provenance, and waited. She herself had perfected this…

By: Ambreen I sat there glumlywith my head bowedlips pressing on my clasped fingersmy eyes not meeting the blinking screen.Too afraid and ashamed.Nothing I wrote worked.The writer had disappearedsilently, watching from the shadowsmy next movenot knowing whether his failurewill mar…