You Couldn’t Mistake It for an Oil Puddle – Benjamin Brindise
David Carter walks down the street when the building overlooking him says, “Fuck off.” He tells it sorry, drops his...
Walking – Brandi Jo Nyberg
For Edward Abbey and Thoreau, who have been with me on many walks. I am attempting to perfect the art...
Talking Is Not Authorized in This Facility – Joseph S. Pete
Sgt. Tulley squinted at his watch, equal parts curio and cipher. He studied the obstinate object until it finally...
Species of Man – Daniel Davis
I walked into Wilcox’s hotel room and there was a man tied up on the bed, hands roped behind his...
Photographic Evidence – Emmy Moore
My brother loved bones. George collected pictures of skeletons from archaeological digs, some cobbled together like a child’s art project,...
Crave – Emmy Moore
I thought I was falling in love one summer, but I was only getting addicted to cigarettes. The guy, he...
My Skin Is Covered with a Thin Layer of Peanut Butter – Mercury Marvin Sunderland
Characters: HOOD: A teenage girl. Wearing a big, impressive red cloak, has lots of daggers strapped all over her, complete...
what the dead leave behind – Nikoletta Nousiopoulos
Nikoletta Nousiopoulos is a mother, wife, and poet who resides in Southeastern Connecticut. She published all the dead goats in...
Food – Michael Meillarec
It happens like it does in old movies. Milo walks home down some winding country road, humming the appropriate John...
Christmas in Primary Colors – Leigh Ann Gerlach
My sister and her second husband are screaming on the front lawn. She’s drunk, he’s drunk, and it’s Christmas—the season,...