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...
by D.K. McCutchen “The aorta of a whale is larger in the bore than the main pipe of the water-works at London Bridge, and the water roaring in its passage through that pipe is inferior in impetus and velocity to the blood gushing from the whale’s...
by Gabriella Herkert Tricycle technique molds personality. I know it sounds crazy but I think it’s a theory with some merit. It’s actually my mother’s hypothesis. Granted, she’s the same person who suggested sticking my toe in a hollowed potato...
by Ray Murray Bursting through the Detroit Night, on I-96 at precisely 55 per, cars ripping past in the left lane, doing seventy plus, tracking the eased curves past the neon — enormous electric elegy to the big three, curving north, then east, then southeast,...
