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Category Archives: Poems and Short Stories

Excavation Sites by Ashlee Geib

Four bedrooms and a two-car garage misshapen shrubberies, a decoy goose potted plants from which spring ragged weeds two locks to keep you inside, four locks to keep them out: the final resting place of mother. Site 42: Maytag obelisks in the kitchen held together by Velcro, locks and keys an ice core determines what’s […]

Wednesday Night Training Between Study Sessions by Eric Kennedy

Inviting my students between the ropes, I begin the lesson of ring psychology. We’ve defined face and heel and how to keep the illusion alive like Bloom hiding love letters to keep kayfabe with his menstruating wife. It all starts from the lock-up, intensity comes across in your hyperbole, you are Kinbote and the ring […]

Predictions for a Spin-less Planet by Ben Morgan

In the shadow, they move by human chain and communicate through blood transfusions. They echolocate better daycare centers, where young introverts grow feelers and touch, blushing. But in the sun, they stop saying God bless you to sneezes;  molt their clothes and sear flash camouflage onto thickened skin. They become cold- blooded, forget how to […]

Unfaltering Continuity1 by Tim Brown (Fiction)

On these pages I end my day.  All I have seen will find its place of rest in here, amidst the precarious workings and re-workings, creations and recreations2, and the overtly copious grantings of the forlorn pen3.  After the languor of the day, a time for recline is in sore need of acceptance. And I shall […]

Frying Pan Fire-Jumping by Ben Morgan (Hint Fiction)

Starting over. Phoenix. Quarter-acre sandboxes a two-year-old wouldn’t shit in. My P.O. says it’s a buyers’ market.

Parenting Styles by Mary Lee (Hint Fiction)

Mother kept us in the basement, away from windows, as my father gathered gasoline and the matches.

08779321-USW by Joseph Cabrera (Hint Fiction)

“You see, the brightest stars burnt out long ago.” As she looks up, I can’t help but think what a beautiful woman she’ll never become.

City Glow by Jeffrey Neblock (Poetry)

(Written in Kansas City, Kansas) The city glows in the distance, Burning with the heat of a million Artificial halogen and neon stars; They burn away, perpetually, And illuminate all that might have Tried to remain hidden in darkness, But can no longer escape the light— Things left exposed and bare like wounds, For the […]

Palimpsest by Mary Lee (Fiction)

Palimpsest was the word for today on the calendar. “Pal’imp-sest’ n. parchment, etc. with writing on top of previous writing.” Useless. When will I ever have the chance to use “palimpsest”? Yesterday’s word had been much better. Palaver. There is a definite lack of palaver in the car right now. Palaver. It has been seven […]

Day 534 by Matthew Jackson (Poetry)

Focused only on your words like a narcoleptic insomniac I rushed on, through the pages exhausted, indignant that I hadn’t read your work before. Before I cut my teeth on hillbilly heroin before I moved on up to the Devil’s dandruff before I crash landed face first into an island of tweekers, speed-freaks and a […]