Articles
Interview with Photographer Tammy Ruggles
Tammy Ruggles is a legally blind photographer, artist, and writer who makes her home in Kentucky
Fiction
The Spanish Koala by Mary C. Moore
The man sat beside her on the bus. There were other empty seats, but his seat was the one next to hers. She was looking out the window. Looking intently at something—like a cat.
Fiction
For two years, I had known of their deaths, the circumstances, the time right down to the second. Yet in those two years, when they had treated me like a sister, shared their blanket, their house and even their food, with me, a stranger, I had not tried to save them or even warn them.
Fiction
A Cyen Song by Christopher Hivner
His gills were perfect. The water rushed into his mouth and was forced out over his ruby slits as he propelled his body through the blue-green water of Oceana Cyenya Regal.
Fiction
Knock One Down by Kevin R. Doyle
Squinting into the sun, it took a minute to spot what the kid meant. A pair of large white sneakers looped around the electric line stretched across the intersection.
Fiction
Down the Well by Priya Sridhar
JT was a small child with bright, keen eyes and a tiny mouth; she made it a point to keep secrets. Mom and Dad would watch her unchanging face, and gently prod her with questions.
Fiction
The Shore Beyond by Stacy Barker
There is a man on his way here, in a boat. He is fleshy and wet. Alive. I can hear his heart beating, his blood pumping through his veins, his lungs expanding and contracting. He thinks I am dead.
Fiction
Firearms, Fur & Boyhood Bliss by Zach Lisabeth
What the hell is that in your hand, son? A thermal imaging camera? You run around with that high-tech hocus pocus out in my woods and y’all are likely to wind up hogtied ass up with that fancy scope sticking out your corn hole.
Flash
It was a dark and stormy night; the meteors came at them in torrents, except at occasional intervals when the SS Infinitum was buffered by the silhouetted shape of an orbiting moon
Flash
"I'll take what he had only with turkey instead of ham, american instead of swiss, and no tomato or onion." Joe stared, his simmer rolling to boil. "That's a chick order."
Flash
Conspicuous Consumption By Jacob Steven Mohr
Corpumond reached for his fork. The purple sun hung low in the angry, blistered sky, its single bloodshot eye scrutinizing the scorched earth below.
Flash
Valentine’s Day is for Lovers By Jason Fitzgerald
The smell of blackened bacon and flattened hairspray stuffed the room while the two lovers stared into each other’s red glazed heavy eyes.
Poetry
Cutout NOW Tools by Deborah Guzzi
about the edge about the cutout cutout of place cutout of white
Poetry
Philosopher by Robert Joe Stout
Life merely an experiment… he tells himself, spooning soup he made without a recipe
Poetry
Ethereal Collision by Patricia Williams
I’ll tell you a tale of Hallowmas time, a triduum marking the Days of the Dead, three days of petition for the faithful departed; a time when the liminal veil
Poetry
Clock Maker (V2) By Michael Lee Johnson
Solo, I am clock maker born September 22nd, a Virgo/Libra mix insane,