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Poetry

By: Mark Tulin In the Asylum I remember the voices in the asylum. The screams bouncing off the walls. Nurses dropping pills into paper cups. The aides rolling blood-pressure monitors down the halls. All the doors were locked, the windows…

Poetry

By: Simon Perchik * To remind you how long before white becomes invisible –you fold this dish cloth over and over as if each splash is wiped with a cry making room the way an old love song turns the…

Poetry

By: Alex M. Frankel At the Theater, a Jake Gyllenhaal Sighting What began as a nudge and grew with a whisper turned into a wave engulfing the hall. “Can it be?” “It’s him!” Opera-glass raised I tried to see. “Do…

Fiction

By Martin David Edwards The camera club organiser tapped at his watch. “Five minutes for our next wizard,” he said.George stepped forward from the waiting photographers onto the set, his camera at the ready. Isabella sat astride a pair of…

Fiction

By: Don Tassone Michael Chapman set the template on his desktop computer to five copies and pressed print. He stepped over to the printer, pulled off the five sheets of paper and returned to his desk. He surveyed the writing instruments…

Fiction

By: Stephen Tillman Scott Carmintz’ first thought on seeing the gorgeous woman striding toward the bar was, high-class hooker. She was wearing a backless sundress barely covering her ass. The dress had a V in front coming down almost to…

Fiction

By: Austin J. Dalton You’re going to hate how this year ends, but it starts with an alright scene. I’m writing you from more than a decade in the future, and hopefully this letter finds you around New Year’s Eve…

Poetry

By: David I Mayerhoff The Beauty of It All The soft day Morphs Into the dead of night Each bring with them The essence of beauty and wonder The warm afternoon breeze The growing shadows As the sun turns down…

Poetry

By: Gabriella Garofalo A bit of advice, blue works best if you need To creep in on the sly, it’s the latest fad, Peeking at the stunning shows of some wannabe star, Nobody cares about oceans or skies – ‘Course you’re…

Fiction

By: Nicole Le Crane sleeps in again. He calls up that girl from Nico’s apartment to see if she wants to hang out. She comes over and they smoke cigarettes together in the backyard. “Do you have any weed?” she asks….