Fiction
Dani pushed open the door to her mother's hospital room. The lights were dim, but she could hear her mother breathing faintly. The antiseptic scented air was almost welcoming after the smell that lingered over the theater.
Fiction
Fire is different in the winter than in the summer. In summer, the nights are warm and fire seems like an invitation for the sun to come back up, right away. In winter, it’s like a magnet and even cats and dogs sidle up to it, getting as close as they can without getting burned.
Fiction
The Murphy's came round yesterday. I could have killed Draco then, but I didn't.
Fiction
We needed an animal that would be impartial. And hardy, which is why we ruled out cats. Thank God. I can say that now. Especially after what happened…can you imagine?
Fiction
How to Wear Ultra-Cool Sunglasses By John A. Frochio
Under a high bright sun and clear blue sky, Brian walked past the people in the busy city streets and noticed how their eyes followed him.
Fiction
No Deal With The Devil By R. Rozakis
From the day they signed the adoption paperwork, David always knew something would take Hannah away from them.
Poetry
The Knights, the Gale and the Rose by Rohinton Daruwala
The Knights, the Gale and the Rose Narrated by Rohinton Daruwala *741 H.E.* Consider, this soldier on patrol. Consider, this planet he's on, where they're desperately trying to save all the species they've been terraforming to death over the last few hundred years. Consider this fact - there are no grey flowers. Blues, yellows, [...]
Poetry
Narrated by Fabrice B. Poussin The image is uncertain; a puzzle of fragments, a kaleidoscope of moments, most warm, others cold with death. Death wins, a landscape of faults, fissures, crannies, and nothing grows anymore; a desert where once smiles, and a destiny lived. Now seeds cry in agony; it is time to continue; [...]
Articles
Liquid Imagination has become a big part of my life over the last couple of years in my tenure as Fiction Editor.
Poetry
The last hour lies down in mid-winter’s gully a frosted string of light spooled into dark stitched into fantasy Flying birds gather the city in their wings Ah, to love the birds and their flights to love the moon’s obsession to love the softness of light in stained glass windows Still glowing a bit from [...]
Poetry
every morning i’m inconsolable, googling flights to nowhere. listening to your old voicemails. contextualizing the moldy toblerone in the top drawer. making and unmaking the bed and sitting still until the housecat nips. i don't think i’m real anymore. i have this constant feeling like there are many ways that reality might go or might've [...]
Poetry
Children of the Moors by Robin Wyatt Dunn
Narrated by Robin Wyatt Dunn when bones and seas build me I break every burial ground for the coming wind. I stand under the beat of the sky. hear me, in the silence, covering my anus from the fluid of death, wintering quiet for the worlds to drip over my sepulcher, rejuvenating the [...]