Feelings by Alexander Girshin 

The moon was shining, is shining. It's as bright as a single headlight of a car stranded at the side of a desolate road somewhere in the middle of nowhere, somewhere in middle America. Middle America because I’ve been there and I know what it looks like at night when my car was stuck at the side of the road in the dark during a cross country road trip. ...READ MORE

Dark Maize by David J. Ruthenberg

Sgt. Tim Halloran leaned over the hospital bed where the boy in the coma lay. He insisted on seeing every overdose victim personally, to remind himself of why he fought the fight he did. This was the second victim of cob he had seen today. The fifth this week. The three hundredth this year alone. But still, each case got to him.

conquering bolinas by Kaley Morlock

Sitting in front of the Apple screen, searching scouting relentlessly for a new home. My darling lounging in the other loft side, blanketed in Marin dark amongst our quilted necessities. Twang-ah! Bwang-a bwang! Do you like that sound? he asks to me; he is barely illuminated by the tree shuttered sky light.

Thunderstorms by Chris Raia

I came home from kindergarten one day and asked my father where rain comes from. My teacher had told us that day that it was raining because God was crying. I remember thinking that was very sad. I wanted to know why God was crying and if anybody could do anything to make him feel better. My dad picked me up, spun me around, and kissed me on the cheek like he did every day I came home. Then, he gave me an answer.

"Sunrise Flyer" a poem by Michael Patrick McSweeney

A single page on a wind-beguiled
bulletin board: a black ink rally-cry
for a meeting by the nation's flags
& glass doors of the campus center
to share a word or step.

Kleb Is the True Author of Kleb by Zak Block

Was it possible that one narrative could stop, though he HADN'T; that another, continue, without him, when he, Kleb Demar, had functioned as the principle agent in each?