Fiction
By: Russ Bickerstaff We were all lost. I don’t know exactly when it was that I first made the realization, but we were definitely lost. There really was no getting around it. We were lost and things were starting to…
Fiction
By: Genelle Chaconas The broad stripe across your thighs is met with another. Then another. It is not the house you live in. Nor any shape you can imagine. Wide as the underside of a belt. Where he massaged his wrist…
Fiction
By: Nitta Pann “This could be that moment.” Calvin sighed. He took a drag of his cigarette. Jonathan crinkled his nose and glanced over at his partner. Calvin was slouched in his seat, an arm positioned out the window, staring at…
Books Reviews
By: John Grey within the quote you’re irrespective of the meaning that wields it giving the finger to the history of English Literature as taught to you by Professor who-the-hell knows it says an object is a mere inkling of what…
Books ReviewsPoetry
By: John Grey The bed beguiles even when not in action. Its very anticipation of bodies is an impression in itself. The blanket is turned down. The coil-springs of the mattress near-burst with latent energy. Even its very stillness is an…
Poetry
By: John Grey Three high school sweethearts, one from my first workplace, two from my second, the redhead I met on my travels, the blonde I married and divorced, a couple of in-betweeners and then you – I have been…
Fiction
By: JP Miller The first time I noticed the Tickle was almost three years after I had left the Army. Without notice, as I stepped across that magical line into Capitalism’s greatest accomplishment—into Wal-Mart World— my ears start ringing. Tinnitus?…
Poetry
By: Linda M Crate i’m a woman, but that doesn’t mean that i will be weak or docile succumbing to the will of those who are wicked; i am not inferior to any man more than well aware of my…
Poetry
By: Linda M Crate i am not inferior nor superior to anyone all i wish to do is bloom every day into a more beautiful me, and i will never back down from the challenge of bettering myself; or from…
Poetry
By: Linda M Crate a single dream can free one from the world, and i have millions and billions maybe even zillions; i am a dreamer who will set the world free from the nightmares give wings to those who…












