A Choice by Anthony Freeman
A Choice by Anthony Freeman A thin silhouette of a young child crouched beneath an ancient wagon, her scraggly form wrapped in comforting shadows from prying eyes and the docks’ blazing midday sun. She...
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Pairs by Frederick Foote
Pairs by Frederick Foote “Our mission here is to open this backwater of civilization to the opportunity and promise of the free market world. We’re here to liberate a stunted and manipulated population from...
Sponges by Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois
Sponges by Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois 1. Examine this cross-section of a woman, as seen by computerized tomography or magnetic resonance imaging. She disrobes. Though her image is blurred, her nipples are as sharp as...
Poet Slam by Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois
Poet Slam by Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois In early middle age, the poet laureate travelled the Skunk Passage, youth’s tattoos fading from her skin, the snakes, the roses on her breast, the grinning skeleton head....
Dermatology by Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois
Dermatology by Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois The Virgin Mary was special her whole life. The rabbi’s knew her fate from the start. The adoration started early. She was bred for saintliness and sadness, and that’s...
Bait by T. Mike McCurley
Bait by T. Mike McCurley www.tmikemccurley.com My jacket was smoking. That last shot had come a little too close for comfort. I ducked to the left and rolled across the street, coming up with...
Book Review: No Strings by Mark SaFranko
It has been quite a while since I felt like re-reading a book. However books which have a narrative in first person or are otherwise dealing with daily petty life issues seem readable more...
Book Review of: Goldeneye: Where Bond Was Born
The Commander, the Author and the Escape that made it happen by Ujjwal Dey Review of: Goldeneye: Where Bond Was Born: Ian Fleming’s Jamaica by Matthew Parker Our world has always been changing but...
392 Days by Christopher Hivner
392 Days by Christopher Hivner I saw metallic wings in the sky, watched them move up and down pushing the cold air in circles. They were huge, each bigger than a school bus. The...
Solitude fortresses by Eric A. Howald
Solitude fortresses by Eric A. Howald Tony sloshes remnants of a vodka sour around the ice in his glass. It creates just enough clatter, draws the attention of the bartender. The redhead. The one...
