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Steady as a sunrise, he poured the oil into her ear and tipped her head in the opposite direction. Within seconds, a large, lethargic bug came tumbling out of that greasy river. William grabbed its slick body, smashed it to the floor, and crushed it with the heel of his boot. “And stay out!”… Continue reading August 10, 2026: Fiction by Jill Williams →
...and the mermaids with delicious songs, the skiffs,/ the water wry and satisfying. We watched the coast unfurl,/ birch bark to fish scales, opals, pearls —Is King Alexander alive?… Continue reading July 27, 2026: Two Poems by Damon Hubbs →
Wendy, vertical in the horizon,/ finger-texts to vulnerable hearts/ helpless words of sympathy/ that isn’t sympathy at all/ in a coked-up dream/ of Samuel Taylor Coleridge.… Continue reading July 20, 2026: Two Poems by Mike Wilson →
...lying on a rock with your legs splayed/ as chill Aegean water drained/ like fingertips and drops of eyesight/ from your breasts, slumping sideways/ yet young and firm enough to reach/ like innocent Icarus to the sky...… Continue reading July 13, 2026: Two Poems by Stuart Watson →
The smile was widening in real time. She was laughing at him. He even heard her say that it served him right, not to have another smoke for as long as he lived. The bitch was in her element and he had no control over any of it.… Continue reading June 22, 2026 : Fiction by Patrick Trotti →
...you’ll pretend my hipbone is your french fry. your plastic bag. you’ll still be flapping (of course, you’re always flapping) and with the branches of my fingers in the soft down of my body, i’ll throw the curtain open...… Continue reading June 15, 2026: Two Poems by Emily Garland →
Now, my husband’s got the look,/ the you’re-just-jealous kind of look/ when I tell him the fate of that stuffed giraffe,/ & my husband, who hardly ever sees perspective,/ who says “Dickinson” in that mocking voice (“ah, yes, her”)/ places a hand on my knee, defends my brother & says,/ “He's just lonely.”… Continue reading April 30, 2026: Two Poems by AnneMarie Miles →
That bastard Lyle, he said, he’s just come and collected the Chevy. Him and two big guys. He and Audrey have apparently contested the will. It wasn’t signed. It wasn’t witnessed. It ain’t worth shit. I’m warning you bro, he’s coming for your balloon.… Continue reading April 23, 2026: Fiction by Drew Gummerson →
...and I never minded getting up early and in the shop they’ve got an old vending machine for dollar-a-beer beers for the employees and the other guys taught me to say pinche guero but I know that one and they laugh at how I say it so I say que onda motherfuckers and they laugh louder and I can stay here a while, yeah, I can hack this...… Continue reading April 20, 2026: Three Poems by Steve…
Revolution John wouldn't exist without Mr. Compton. … Continue reading April 16, 2026: Sheldon Lee Compton, RIP. →
