By: John Grey She raises her eyebrows at my entrance but doesn’t take her thumb out of her mouth. She’s adorned in a yellowed crumbling wedding dress. There’s something moving in her ratty gray hair. The air inside her house is…

By: Keith Welch bullets don’t change their minds know straight lines one-way trip no do-overs all. sales. final. point and shoot fixed focus everyone equal guilty or innocent? no judgements copper-clad security blanket night-light clip safety guaranteed all-in-one little lead…

By: Keith Welch I’m sure you were a lovely child apple of your mother’s eye a little boy who wouldn’t hurt a fly Where did this odd idea come from to dress your fellow man in flame? Did you sit in…

By: Rajat Mitra I believe that despite irreconcilable differences between the ideology of Islam and Hinduism, there is a truth that lurks and surfaces when these differences threaten us. As a psychologist who has worked with radicalized youth and perpetrators…

By: Linda M Crate dark and silent as night i remember the anxiety drawing between my legs & i i remember praying that you didn’t exist simply so i could breathe then there was all that blood wasn’t period blood…

By: Linda M Crate in the rain of tomorrows i won’t wait again for you—i will already know how this story ends—dying and regrowing is the most painful experience i’ve endured, and i do not seek to repeat it; so…

By: Linda M Crate when it’s all over all i have is me so i’m going to love myself better so no one else ever has to, and i don’t want to be forever alone; yet i don’t want to…

By: Linda M Crate i was born american, but i dream of wales; my grandmother is of complete welsh ancestry but i am the one that dreams of forests and green grows restless in these bones of cities and towns…

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…