By: RC deWinter so much for pretty i don’t want to wake up with a pretty mansomeone in love with his looks pretty men are fine for those who like themsmooth and urbane and hollowall greased up with the slick…
By: Sarah Fan “Hey. Hey!” Will cried, chasing after SIM as he burrowed further through the landfill of scrap metal and waste. “Look man, we can’t do this without you.” SIM turned his head back. It gave a rusted…
By: Alexandra Dreyzin Fingerprints They appeared, first innocuous, disruptingthe dust on my nightstand, a few scattered over a rocking chair,a reminder that I should clean more, do more,better again and again. But with the spring days longer, they have grown…
By: Carlos Delgadillo The cold spray of near-freezing muck from the gutter seemed to pounce on me from my right side. Even my umbrella could not protect my gray coat. It now weighed as much as a brick and was…
By Ahming Zee Carl White passed away. This news has rocked China. My phone never stops ringing. Visitors with cameras are crowding my apartment door for a snippet of White’s life. Too saddened to talk, I have to plan an…
By: LC Gutierrez THE MARATHONER Noone beats a man who runs that peacefully.Eyes not even human while he prepares.No stress, no cockiness. The external factorsare sprawled about him. They stretch and breathe deeply,all catch themselves eyeing him for a moment.For…
By: Maria Schiza Orange peels on the heater, their smell spilled into the room. The sofas worn in. Photographs on the walls, proud, taking up space. Photographs on the shelves, in front of books or tugged in between pages, sentimental…
By: H.L. Dowless Tears are rolling down my face,I simply don’t know what to do,My mind grasps not time nor space,Since I have no choice but to live without you. I well remember our walks through the park,I savor our…
By: H.L. Dowless In the month of April, when the leaves begin to spring from their wooden sepulchers, and the rains fall from the loft of high heaven above, so geared the mighty warrior, Sebastian Oswald for mortal combat. It…
By James Bates Bam! Bam!! Bam!!! “Open up, it’s the police.” Oh, shit, thought, Bryan, what have I done now? He got out of bed, stumbled over a shoe and fell to the floor. Shit. He got up cursing…