top of page
Short Fiction and Poetry


Sobriety; A Fear Of Death Is Louder Than Xbox by Richard LeDue
When the last whisky bottle
wakes up empty,
filled up with silence,
I'm left with a feeling
that isn't withdrawal or craving, [...]


Castle by Preston Lang
The apron I wore said Cupcake Queen, but it wasn’t mine. All my claims to royalty were long past.[...]


Pushed by Jane Idrissi
The week before we killed her the weather was terrible. Sideways rain seven days straight, and cold, so bloody cold. [...]


Consumed; Watching Leaves Fall; Inner Peace by Karolina Bednarek
Something hot to eat with
something cold to drink.
I see you lick an ice cream
cone, and now I want one
too. I check my phone for a
text, an update, a sign, I sigh. [...]


Saturday Special: The Safe Word Is Red by Cheryl Clarke
Becca's hands trembled as she reached for her phone. She had never done anything like this before. The docile wife, the patient mother [...]


detonate by William Aarnes
Detonate is as good
a word as any, good,
say, as kiss, usually less personal
but delivering as much feeling—[...]


A Happy Landing by Sharon Frayne
Hank drove his pickup and trailer into the hot-air balloon launching area on the outskirts of Santa Fe and cursed at an unseen stranger[...]


The Breeze Has No Name; We Name Every Gale by Kushal Poddar
We name the hurricanes and columns of winds.
What will I tell this little breeze
who asks why we have
no name for it. [...]


Monsters Are Never Ready For Their Close-ups by Lois Anne DeLong
The listing had shown up in Dylan’s text messages this morning, sandwiched between an ad for cheap Viagra and a reminder from his bank [...]


Friday Flash: A Troubled Child by Cheryl Clarke
"I just don't know what else to do with him," Mya said to her mother, exhausted from lack of sleep [...]
bottom of page