By: Rebekah Aran The friendship began with not a single thing, but a handful of moments– a look from across the store while working a particularly long shift–a hello in the hallway. Things that you’d take for granted. Years later,…

By: Mason Bushell His was the fourteenth post from the gate. The crow always perched there amid the barbs of the wire fence between the ditch and the field. Today the mists descended like an eerie curtain closing at dusk….

By: Mason Bushell Natalya screamed, cowering inside her walk-in wardrobe. Never had the weather been this violent. Why of all days did the storm come on prom night? A howl of wind was followed by the sound of windows breaking;…

By: R K Singh 1. ENERGY BLOCK Frazzled and restless bouts of anxiety addiction, sleeplessness spinal degeneration pain in the neck and back numbness in the legs loss of teeth, libido anal bleeding etc failure to stay focused and dying…

By: Steve Carr In 1927 Marjorie was nine years old. She lived in a big house with her parents, two sisters and four brothers on her parents’ maple sugar farm in upstate New York, near the small town of Potsdam….

By: Cynthia Pitman Aerial Perch I want to sprout vines and climb the water oak tree, clinging to the thick-barked branches, so rough they will scrape my knees and scrub the callouses from the soles of my feet. My snaking…

By: Cynthia Pitman Death is a liar. I know. Almost fifty years ago, my father died. He was buried on a hot Friday in August. I remember looking at my future husband beside me at the funeral. He was sweating wildly….

By: Ken W. Simpson Propaganda The logic of insanity insulated from reality by barricades of deception. God An extensive probe by NASA has failed to discover any sign of heaven in our galaxy or beyond where it may have got…

By: Adam Kluger Muse The instant coffee was tolerable. Bizzy Palaster nodded his head to Iggy Pop and sharpened his pencil. A scan of the messy London flat suggested the night before had been somewhat memorable as the floor was…

By: Pieter Drift FROM THE STAIRHEAD How much darkness do you need my head is swinging tumbling down stick your tongue in my ear May I touch your cunt while I am reading James Joyce He is not my favorite…