by P.D. Addio Behind Calvert Cliffs, a marsh world brims with bouncing organisms. In light of day, colors course like blood through puerile veins; meandering rivulets of cool, mossy sage, billowing plumes of boiled burgundy, vibrant, salacious streams of saffron. In...
Rich tiptoed to the edge of the babbling water, behind an Oak and peered into a little still pool carved into the bank. Something was nipping at larvae on the water’s surface, sending ripples out across the water. Rich wiped a piece of crust from his eye and...
by Alan C. Baird Robin Slick, the author of Three Days in New York City (a “hilariously poignant sexual romp through the Big Apple”), attempts to fend off a persistent stalker during the following exchange. ACB: Your book is pretty steamy. Is it a...
by Jim Proebstle The sound of KC growling shocked Jake out of a deep trance and onto his feet. He must have fallen asleep on the couch before shutting the cabin down for the night. A glance at the clock over the antique bookstand told Jake it was 1:45 AM. KC’s...
by Karima Alavi Coming in from the intense New Mexico sunlight to the entrance of the candle-lit Morada was like stepping back centuries in time. The whitewashed walls of the adobe church displayed a few primitive pieces of art that reflected the strong...
