By Mark Herder 1. While retrieving the package in his brother’s garage, Tom Doughtery came across a calendar from 1992 – “Freebirds”– and gazed upon Cheri, who would have been eighteen at the time, topless, straddling a 1935 Indian Chief…

By: The Birch twins I sit at the side of Michael on the sofa and hand him the manuscript. “It’s done,” I say, “but I’m a little nervous.” “Relax Danny,” he says kissing me softly on the cheek, “you’re an…

By Eddie D. Moore             After stuffing his mask into his candy bag, Mitch unchained his bicycle from the lamp post and headed for home. Younger children were still running from house to house unescorted, and the youngest ones walked…

By: Richard Stickann The heartwood. Intense black. Enigmatic. Symbol of power of the ancient kings. Fruit of the gods. Antidote to evil for the ancients. Exotic. Beautiful. The wood rubbed smooth against his fingers. It was a dense, richly textured…

By: Roopam Mishra Create hegemonic circles,To feed them against one-anotherProhibit mingling among thoseWho belong to different groups.Be a propagandist,Move in pomp, and show,Be verbose,Shun all opposing voices.When a fairly good number alludesGodly qualities to you,Consider it half a triumph.Instill fearOf…

By: Amber Soha I remember this lecture my dad gave me when I was a kid before I really understood what alcohol was. He told me never to get into a vehicle with someone who had been drinking.  “You’re going…

By: JCK Hnry graying light of morning in the graying light of morningi stand before the riseof a day built on hope and possibility. cold seeps through crumblingseals between window paneand wood. he pats the bed,whispers, come back to me….

By Autumn Sun The birthed, grew into epitaphs of demise. It’s growing pain, the elongation of anguish, hinged on joints connected to the bones of spuriousness. The crimes against brother and sister, shape the desolate unfertile ground, no longer harvesting…

By: Lyndsay Stanley All of her benefactors were dead.  Even Robert.  Her Robert.  She could close her eyes and still feel his gentle touches and the warmth of his tender lips lovingly hovering over her own.  He was the reason…

By: Cat Sole One: Shoebox             This was stupid, he thought as he dug. The dog was dead. Definitely dead.             The stupid yappy thing. Glenda loved it, doted on it, insisted it came everywhere with them.But John drew the…