Carried Away You have a fight with your wife. It’s the worst of a string of previous fights that have been going on for several weeks. You slam the front door and get into the cab of your 1973 Ford pickup, then squeal the tires as you race out of the driveway. You don’t really … Read more
Edward Cline: Carried Away
May 18th, 2012 | Posted by in Fiction & Flash Fiction | Issue 2 (May 2012) - (0 Comments)Deborah S. Prespare: The Old Man and the Ponytail Palm
May 18th, 2012 | Posted by in Fiction & Flash Fiction | Issue 2 (May 2012) - (0 Comments)The Old Man and the Ponytail Palm Fall’s final days. Along the street, there were rundown cars wearing discarded leaves, parked bumper to bumper, and there were walkups, leaning against one another in their drooping skins—crumbling brick, sagging window frames, peeling paint—all looking bone-weary in the gray day. On the sidewalk, a boy watched his … Read more
Brooks Rexroat: The Shore of Erie
May 18th, 2012 | Posted by in Fiction & Flash Fiction | Issue 2 (May 2012) - (0 Comments)The Shore of Erie I would have preferred to wait and fly in for the funeral, but Sarah convinced me to see him while he was still breathing. She made a compelling argument: “I’m not paying the therapy if you don’t see him.” I shrugged, as I do when she’s so correct that I’ve got … Read more
Wanda Morrow Clevenger: coyote calls
May 18th, 2012 | Posted by in Issue 2 (May 2012) | Poetry - (0 Comments)coyote calls we got a little liquored at the old opera house and went parking on the west pond damn windows down, radio blaring as bold as back when, and laughed at coyotes calling to classic rock Wanda Morrow Clevenger has placed 140 pieces of work in 55 online and print publications. Her debut book … Read more
Mark Jackley: Gathering Myself
May 18th, 2012 | Posted by in Issue 2 (May 2012) | Poetry - (0 Comments)Gathering Myself I am trying to gather myself. My self has other ideas. I track it down in a diner somewhere in Nebraska, sipping trucker coffee, unmarried and unemployed, blissfully watching strangers gathering themselves, whether they know it or not. Moments before, I found my self on a bench outside the Safeway in Seward, Alaska, … Read more
body swarming over the pigs he spots the cracked window flies inside, zooming around pie maybe ice cream maybe discarded fruit she opens her mouth swallows the fly inside the mouth is wet, moist he’s not sure what happened he flies, the water drenching him she swallows convulsively the mouth opens air-freedom he makes a … Read more
Valentina Cano: Winter Myths
May 18th, 2012 | Posted by in Issue 2 (May 2012) | Poetry - (0 Comments)Winter Myths Will you object if I called you now? Not through phone lines, pumping blood to hearts that have stopped beating. Not with a voice that had learned the language of trees (ivy and oak, my dear) I mean call you through this rip in my room. Through the hole in my bed I … Read more
Bloc Party The softest wall sleeps next to me on weekends, freckles tagged all over her shoulders like mall fountain pennies. Every time we see each other, she shakes away more bricks; the guards start forgetting their AK-47s. There’s less to climb, more cracks to hold hands through. I still keep away YouTube clips of … Read more
Renée Beaucheane: Four Photographs
February 12th, 2012 | Posted by in Issue 1 (Feb 2012) | Multimedia - (1 Comments)Renée Beaucheane is an all-around artist, her background is in fine art; drawing, painting and 3-dimensional fine-art. As time progressed, she developed an interest in design and Graphics, Interiors and Web Design became a big part of her life. As a related hobby she began to take an interest in Photography. She prides herself in … Read more
Gina Wohlsdorf: Basic Economics
February 12th, 2012 | Posted by in Fiction & Flash Fiction | Issue 1 (Feb 2012) - (2 Comments)Basic Economics Your children probably aren’t dead. That was the gist of the cops’ information. “We don’t have a clear understanding of the situation at this time,” said Sergeant Kennison. “You know what we know. Try to be patient.” The shooting started at one o’clock. Word spreads fast in the suburbs, especially when every teenager … Read more
