“Going My Way?” by D.L. Legere
“It’s not like I don’t deserve to be here—” I trailed off, bracing myself as another of the frequent sandstorms raged. On an open highway, with no shelter in sight, there was little I could do against...
View Article“Reckoning,” by Chris McCreary
Not so simple being both asp & then caduceus, this falling always headlong into Eiffel or under Acropolictic ruin. Today our man is feeling semi- pseudo, only somewhat so, & so he...
View ArticleBathroom Battles, by Arthur Davis
He thinks he can hide from me, but I have seen his type before. They’re all alike; hideously malevolent creatures who swarm in the night and impose themselves onto places once thought to be...
View ArticleArtwork by Volodymyr Bilyk
***** Volodymyr Bilyk was born in the Ukraine and has a degree in journalism. He is considered to be one of the few representatives of the so-called Ukrainian Extreme Literature. Besides being a...
View ArticleSpace Emperor, by Daniel Shkolnik
I. Bare-chested on a witch’s rooftop in the gloaming of the volcanic sun, I screamed to make eternity know me. (But scared a flock of pigeons off the roof.) I cried to make the gutters gush me and...
View ArticlePost-coital Heroin: Chapter IV from “On the Graves of Dragons” by Raelin Saretti
Fabulous legs or not, these stiletto heels were straining and pulling my calf muscles tighter than an elf’s asshole. Word travels fast in the underground, especially when money is involved and I had...
View ArticleThe Imp in the Armchair, by Brandon Sorce
It was the kind of nightmare you wake up from with something on your chest. Literally, it felt like this time. I let out a short gasp and coughed; I smelled old cigarettes. I don’t smoke—had I had...
View ArticleFabio Takes Me to the Cages Out Back by Jess Alfaro
I put on another layer of repellant and starblock. Fabio leads me from headquarters, then jaunts off on his rounds. His arm points me down the path toward the newest find. What hits me first: the...
View ArticleLitter, by J.M.M. Carlson
i. neon lights flutter nervously in the oily sky in predictable dystopian fashion an interminable flow of men coalesces and like sand particles scattered by the water jet of light, disappears...
View ArticleTwo poems by Chris Bullard
Free Willy as a Cryptic Reference to Free Will We freed it from a sandbar a kennel insolvency an evil stepmother, but the damned thing refused to swim out to sea bark write thank-you notes marry. It...
View ArticleThe Gates of H.E.V.N., by David Kavanaugh
Applicant no. 26,672,313,008 Davien V. Fairweather: DOB – September 5, 2991 The Honorable Judge “Betasoft Model 888, OS 112” presiding… Q1: Mr. Fairweather, why do you believe you deserve...
View ArticleVoid, by Zachary Woodard
They say that the fear of the water is an irrational one, but I have never agreed with that. It amazes me that people can see water as just another thing, to be held or seen or imbibed. Water …...
View ArticleGraves to Cradle by Ahimaaz Rajesh
(..) Toby stood outside the field, her feet buried to a pond, and a slingshot away green and dry stood: The cave. (i) A woman was carving sequential images upon the bone of the cave. Images that...
View ArticleChange in I, by J. Rohr
Like most physicists, Melinda Barrow never mattered to the public. Not until she learned to see through time. The … Read More →
View ArticleBlackbird, by JD DeHart
Parchment messianic prognostications Cryptic words about darkness Some bit about flight The suggestion of a blackbird savior For many times, … Read More →
View ArticleTo Know a Lie from a Hacksaw, By Milo James Fowler
The old man seated himself across from Jack as if he were expected, plopping down a well-worn bowling bag on … Read More →
View ArticleWarmth is Fleeting, by Rick McQuiston
Simon ran a hand over his face. He could feel the sting of the darkness all around him; it jabbed … Read More →
View ArticleTwo Poems by Colin James
ROOMS BY THE HOUR The slow, drooping unauthentic jaw. Convulsions of apathy. Is that you, Science Dog? These hand grips … Read More →
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