By: Ruairi MacInnes Three line drama #4 Clones that live a thousand years Working in their mindless jobs Using the time to plan. Three line drama #5 Open plan dead end job. Like hypothermia: Comfort precedes death. Three line drama #6…
By: Holly Day She watches him as he pulls the bodies off the wall, the broken bones and smiles over chicken-wire poses, crackling fireplaces threatening the fragile taxidermist people those sightless eyes. She imagines the frame that will stretch her…
By: Holly Day Years later, when all was forgiven, Jacob would have Esau over to dinner to share some of the good fortune that continued to come his way long after none would have expected. They would sit around their father’s…
By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick On the edge of the cliff I cowered Jagged rocks, narrow path Green fields of lilac and sunflowers The strength of the mighty river below One more step, could I fly? A bird, yes, not I…
By: G David Schwartz Refuse deception by being bright in your eyes. Eyes are made for brightening. Shimmer the satellite with pity denied for anything which is pitied it ought to be sent away in a satiate or even a…
By: Catfish McDaris Kamikaze My body is a bomb I am a suicide hero 911 911 911 = 666 All wars are hideous The fish die in the sea The animals burn in the forest The birds fall from the…
By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan He put on the movie of my grandmother working in the garden, grainy black and white from before I was born and yes – she was young once, even beautiful I touch my face and feel hers:…
By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan The doctor had been bored since medical school. Then there was his residency and placement. Now he was a full-fledged doctor and more bored than ever. Writing scripts and setting bones. Living off cafeteria food. Always one…
By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan suplexed by seraphims in someone’s rotting sex dream muscle ripped from cartilage the adventurist under an avalanche of high end backpacks flyers torn away from phone pole leaving only stapled yellow corners support beams offering no support…
Poet Gary Beck’s new collection Virtual Living is a revealing glimpse of how our relationship with the world around us is an ever-evolving experience. Focusing on how humans relate to the world via artificial means, as well as self-imposed affected…