ZOETIC DEMISE by Savonte Hicks
ZOETIC DEMISEby Savonte Hicks
As I opened my eyes the first thing I saw was me, clear as day in a mahogany casket laid out in a black tuxedo, my drab hands clasped and my...
THE MAKEOVER by Adelaide Shaw
THE MAKEOVER By Adelaide Shaw
Maggie’s worries were not about the hot, dry Santa Ana winds that blew into Los Angeles raising temperatures and tempers and creating a high fire danger. Her worries were of a...
WHO AM I by Britney Saint Joy
WHO AM Iby Britney Saint Joy
The hot sun hit the face of a woman who stood very confused examining her surroundings. A shopping district aligned with numerous shops and cafes surrounded her while a...
DEATH AND BASEBALL by Red Rollins*
DEATH AND BASEBALLBy Red Rollins
He parked at the subway station and took the train to Union. The southbound train was filled with blue jerseys—couples, gangs of women, gangly men with turkey hats, punks, and Eastern...
CONFESSIONAL by Richard Rose
CONFESSIONALby Richard Rose
The request for a visit from a priest had taken Lucy by surprise. She knew that as a child her mother, encouraged by her parents who were devout Catholics, had been a...
HER LOVING ARMS by Marta Pelrine-Bacon
HER LOVING ARMSby Marta Pelrine-Bacon
Ella Cairnsworth didn’t mean to kill her boyfriend today. She loved him most of the time, and when she’d imagined murdering him, she’d planned on poison. Poison required no muscle...
THE NIGHT I MET LOVE by Jannai Calderon
THE NIGHT I MET LOVEBy: Jannai Calderon
“Hey Babe, you ready? OH NO NO NO NO, come on’ you’ll have to come. you’ll have so much fun! Hun. And plus, I believe it will good...
TANGO by Henri Colt
TANGOby Henri Colt
"I don’t dance the tango,” Kyra says, “but I took lessons before coming.” She bites into a bright green apple with an audible crunch. Its tangy taste has a whisper of sweetness...
WAITING FOR LULU AT WUTHERING HEIGHTS by Andrew Martin
WAITING FOR LULU AT WUTHERING HEIGHTSby Andrew Martin
"If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to...
IVANA by Magdalena Blazevic
IVANA(16. 8. 1993)by Magdalena Blazevic
I'll be dead in two hours. My hair, washed with camomile, as white as snow, will mix with the dust from the well-worn path and turn grey. It remembers the...