by Emily Raboteau Bernie-ism 18.1: It is a privilege to be able to invent oneself. It is also a burden. My big brother Bernard took great pains to learn how to talk Black. Street Black. Prophet Black. Angry Black. Which wasn’t something you heard a lot of where...
by Gabriella Herkert She runs. Out the door, down the stairs and away. Away from the shrilling telephone. Away from them. Haunting her. Hounding her. Tonight, so close. Reaching out with cloying hands to drag her back to the past, to the pain. The rain clatters...
by Debbie Taber Like a disease, they pay no regard to age, race, religion, creed, sexual orientation, financial status, or ability to dance the tarantella. Rejection letters find writers in every genre, and we all have to deal with them somehow. I gained a new...
by Alex Kachmar ‘When I turn 29, I’m gonna put a bullet through my head.’ And that’s how I meet Shamus Kelly. I stroll into Klapper’s Pub with my buddy Sam Brown and we sit down at the back corner table next to Karl Gruber the German and...
by David Lee Kirkland I stand at my window offer bare breasts, press them like lilies into the cold glass. They flatten like new moons. I wonder who watches, who might enter the space between. from Voyeur, by Karla Huston Anna Louise took us all by surprize, you might...
