fiction/poetry/essays
tripp reade
"Margot paused before a coffee shop in the torrent of people surging through Cleveland's airport. Another traveler pulled up beside her, craning his head to inspect the menu as well."
ashok niyogi
"He cuts his vodka
With fresh iced grapefruit chunks,
Palimpsests
Scribbled over with mummified blood
Crawl back into white walls,"
michele hoos
"The spa is on the aft end of the Aloha Deck. This means Janice has to walk about a mile to get there: her cabin is on the fore end of the Heaven on Earth’s “Inspiration,” which accommodates"
daulton dickey
"I once fancied myself an alchemist of alcoholic beverages. I’d mix three or four miscellaneous drinks and come up with a mind numbing, fiercely intoxicating concoction that’d put even the most seasoned drunks to bed."
Ed Boyd
"The other day I noticed Jonathon Blake in the obituaries. Now days it is fairly usual for us to find some one there. Jon Blake was just a little kid when I was a teenager. I knew better Alicia, Jean and Jimmy."
simone cerioli
"I cannot concentrate cannot concentrate down on the floor, board by board everything dusty and clean, squareness radiating the night. I lie spent and see the revolving spheres beyond the heavy ceiling now that our universe’s grown too big to bear in one’s mind. I was struck by the fear to rearrange the absence of being or the excess "
jay heisler
"The outline of the volcano pierced the sun above them as they surfed waves of discharge. They would stumble and catch each other every once in a while, then keep pressing on toward nowhere in particular. What was once splashing"
adam j. silver
"I'm wearing the checkered hearts tie my mother bought me specifically for today. It's Valentine's Day."
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