• The Visitor

    by Michael Anthony – With The Great War in its third year, life in Paris was grim. German forces threatened from the east; food was in short supply; and labor unrest spilled out into the streets. Yet, for Louis Villiers, there was one constant – Thursday evenings when the bells of Saint-Pierre de Montmartre chimed seven times.

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  • No More Coffee Blues

    by Jake Cosmos Aller I love coffee Always have And coffee has loved me back But lately, I have soured on her Soured on the whole coffee scene On the

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  • Ruin Me

    by Arlene Antoinette Your words of love ruin me. Your caresses negate my hate.  My anger, your kisses wash away. Your love gives hope, breathes life into my dreams. You

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  • Ode to Coffee

    by Jake “Cosmos” Aller – Mistress of sacred love Sacred lady of desire You start my day Setting my heart on fire With your dark delicious flavor And throughout the day Whenever the mean old blues come by You chase them away With your bittersweet ambrosial brew Every time I inhale your witches’ brew

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  • Talk to Me

    by Henry Simpson – “Talk to me,” Bell whispered to the empty room. She slouched, half asleep in her chair, listening to the faint sound of the surf, watching the yellowish flickering in the fireplace. At last, alone in the darkness, she slept.

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  • Postcard

    Sadie keeps a postcard of Key West on her desk to remind there’s someplace better. She knows because she’s been there, and she’s going back someday.

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  • Winter is Not My Favorite

    by Linda M. Crate – your winter fell over me, a deadly nightshade, i rose from the dead, fashioning chaos a compliment…

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  • The Cursed Girl – Preview Chapter

    Sixteen-year-old Eva is a witch who lived in Spain, in the year 1230. As a healer, her job is to help people, but there are forces that will try to prevent that. There is a war coming and Eva and her friends must do everything they can to survive.

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  • Candles on Her Grave

    by Basanti Timalsina Like every year this year too I am travelling miles. With a heavy heart, a dark numbness, and a blurring memory that I try hard to keep

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  • The Endemically Entitled EpiPen

    by Colin James Like a shadow from some goddam dream, we watched a black plastic bag float in towards the shore reach the sand deterrent rock. The guards were asleep

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Poetry

Short Stories

The Visitor

by Michael Anthony – With The Great War in its third year, life in Paris was grim. German forces threatened from the east; food was in short supply; and labor unrest spilled out into the streets. Yet, for Louis Villiers, there was one constant – Thursday evenings when the bells of Saint-Pierre de Montmartre chimed seven times.

Flash Fiction

Glue

As a teenager, he built model airplanes in his bedroom retreat, got lightheaded on the glue, listened to Odetta while he built, listened to Ledbelly, Muddy Waters.

Heaven

I got too close to Heaven. Angels melted my face. It’s not that they lacked compassion or had a cruel streak—they were just following the laws of Physics. Even angels must follow those laws.