Second Nature Hatred
-a visceral journey- by Mario Șerban The red gaze is the real scream. Because the howling and growling are meant to be whispered. Rumbling is…
english
My Own Face, not anyone else’s
[book excerpt] by Vikas Prakash Joshi The spectators watched with bated breath and pounding hearts. This was the moment they had all waited for. Bathed…
poems by Harris Coverley
Drugged Humidity I could break my own face If I had no fear
poems by James Croal Jackson
August 10, 2012 Friday night patio party. Drinks with the server crew.
The Bell Tower
by DC Diamondopolous Reverend Langston Penniman sat on the edge of his bed, stretching his black fingers. Everything had either twisted up on him or…
The Viral Thief
by Angandeep Kr Chatterjee PROLOGUE The alarms have started to ring. The shrill sound of the alarms in the museum broke the silence of the…
poems by John Grey
The Kitchen Knives and I been here forever still straining to hear that lost chord linger after the others leave living under the constant…
Boots
by DC Diamondopolous The same sun scorched downtown Los Angeles that had seared the Iraq desert. Army Private First Class Samantha Cummings stood at attention…
As I Understand Them
by Allan Lake He reminds her of his open door policy. Free to go anytime. Says he’d pay her airfare to anywhere if need be….
poems by Felipe Rodolfo Hendriksen
Ode on a Photo Taken Somewhere Around December 2008 A moment frozen in eternity, A picture I’m sure no one remembers But me. A…