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I am Chronos, The Bringer of Time by Adam Lock

Wait. Don’t do that yet. Let me talk to you. My name is Chronos, The Bringer Of Time. Some title huh? But don’t let it intimidate you. Is it too much? It is isn’t it? [...]

October 23, 2017

Someone and other poems by Robert Martin Evans

who looks just like you speaks another language   …………………………..she’s [...]

October 23, 2017

Stomped Full of the Great Because and other poems by Claire Kelly

Reasons followed her pretty-girl looks like the bows on a kite tail. Her dad taught her to shoot, showed her pictures of those who failed to shoot: a body abandoned in pine [...]

October 23, 2017

We Bagged Sand All Night Until the Levee Broke and other stories by Steve Passey

I was trying to listen to the facilitator but the girl in the row in front of me turned and stared at me until I made eye contact with her. “Jesus,” she said. “Listen [...]

October 23, 2017

Science and Change and other poems by Sarah Sarai

I declined a knighthood honoring my heroic efforts at keeping heroism effortless, something I perfected while lateral-to-prone-ish, modeling a languid nobility which defined [...]

October 23, 2017

The Same Shine by Ernest Gordon Taulbee

The absence of a hangover made Samuel suspect he was dead. Last night’s moonshine had the perfect mix of burn and corn sweetness, so he drank it with the same regard lungs [...]

October 23, 2017

Innocent and Smirky by Paul Beckham

My mother always stressed good deeds but my other relatives seemed oblivious to the concept. I was required to do at least one good deed a week, as were my brother and [...]

October 23, 2017

FOUR WAY INDEPENDENCE and other poems by Mark Belair

FOUR-WAY INDEPENDENCE Try this at home: Sit in a chair and count out loud to four in a loop, then start tapping your right foot on one and two and your left foot on [...]

October 23, 2017

Snippet from Soft Opening by Alexandra Naughton

Playing with this power because I can and because it’s been done to me and it’s something I’ve always had and never thought to use or know how to use and I don’t even [...]

October 11, 2017

Remembrance Day by Bradley Sides

I’m first in line for Remembrance Day. I’ve been here since midnight. The announcement never said what time the gates would open—just that it would be early. Although [...]

October 11, 2017

says the same and other poems by Edmund Sandoval

Maybe I’m in love with you. I say this in a diner. On the train car. In the boulevard. She says the same. Probably we’ve got secrets. Or maybe not. Does it [...]

October 4, 2017

Interview with Jenya Doudareva

1. What was your early life like? Where did you grow up? I was born in Russia and lived there until my teenage years when I moved to Canada. My childhood was pretty cool [...]

September 25, 2017

Interview with Elizabeth Schmuhl

What was your early life like? Where did you grow up? During the week, when not at dance or school, I was out playing in the swamp behind my house. On weekends we drove to my [...]

September 18, 2017

Someday I’ll Love Meg Johnson and other poems by Meg Johnson

Even though she is a biological woman who wants to be a drag queen. Even though I read her diary and she confessed …………..Sometimes all you can do is [...]

September 11, 2017

Interview with Shae Krispinsky

What was your early life like? Where did you grow up?   Early life was Western Pennsylvania, catching fireflies and climbing trees, collecting New Kids on the Block [...]

September 4, 2017

Mimicking the path we walk  by Mike Bernicchi

Between the idea And the reality Between the motion And the act Falls the Shadow Peonies stagger paths worn in spots they were picked long ago to heal – Aged men squat [...]

September 4, 2017

Sight-Seeing New York City Fall 2001 by Jonathan Church

A blind man steps onto the N train at 59th Street. He turns his head and seems to wait for a stranger to gently grasp his elbow and show him the way. Someone does, guiding [...]

September 4, 2017

Thieves by Kelle Grace Gaddis

Sleep is a type of dying we enter each night. If lucky, we rise from our rest in peace, our pillowed tombs, to see another day, there are miracles all around me, thought [...]

August 28, 2017

I know an old lady and other poems by Robert Beveridge

snake watches spider watches fly another hour like this Linda Blair, Superhero For Carla Toptsidis Enchanted is not the word most would use for a first encounter covered in [...]

August 28, 2017

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The Prescription by Jenya Doudareva

by Vending Machine Press in Flash Fiction

It was  about time to renew summer. Traditionally, a person or a group that had the necessary power would do it. It was unclear why it was done, or who in particular was [...]

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  • four dog track poems by B.R. Yeager

    August 1, 2015

    Milky Way I was too high and the customers could tell. Negating the cold water rubbed into my eye sockets. “Having fun, [...]
  • Observer Effect by Jenya Doudareva

    July 11, 2017

    Sparrows flying close to the ground means that it will rain. Sparrows bathing in sand means that it will rain. Is that how [...]
  • Two Poems by Mark Jackley

    June 1, 2014

    IT SNOWS, THE DEAD RETURN In the chill blanketing the barn horses shiver like rubber- booted fathers at the door who softly [...]
  • Take as Directed by Thomas Kearnes

    August 1, 2015

    Greg wants to quit the Effexor. He washes up for bed in the bathroom. I’m already under the covers, seated against the [...]
  • Splintered Love and other poems by J. B Stone

    October 23, 2017

    Our love used to be this cozy little cabin Secluded from the irrational drama The world throws at others Our love wasn’t [...]
  • Ready for Texas by Nicole Bennett

    December 10, 2016

    Digging into the sweet potatoes with the two knives held between his fingers like chopsticks, he asked me, “Where are [...]
  • Green Mountain Coffee and other poems by James Blevins

    June 2, 2017

    the café nearly empty— scent of burnt brew wafting through our shared morning. and you turned me on, talking of [...]
  • When She Was Good by Siri Williams

    December 1, 2013

    “You wanna know what the problem is with people around here?” The cigarette between her lips muffled her words; her [...]
  • Sadness and other poems by George Franklin

    February 16, 2017

    I talk about sadness as though she were a dinner guest Who’s overstayed her welcome. It’s one in the morning and She’s [...]
  • Cardboard City by Paul Tristram

    October 1, 2014

    The Winter winds blow cold and hard under the desolate railway bridge but at least he won’t be waking up to a policeman [...]
  • The wine label as poetry, 1 by Lindsey Thäden

    April 20, 2017

    CHIM CHIM CHAROO-VINEYARDS Gold Label Reserve Chom Chomerlot MAHASKA COUNTY 2015 A drop of our Dutch vintner’s robust [...]
  • Two Poems by Jenya Doudareva

    February 1, 2015

    Tightly Packed Sardines Forget the niceties And note the following: While you are tightly packed Like sardines in a can, [...]
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