The Open Sun
by Annie Rachele Lanzillotto I am having elective surgery today. Heart removal. Cardiectomy. “It’s routine,” the cardiectologist says, “simpler even than removing a breast.” Swap…
by Annie Rachele Lanzillotto I am having elective surgery today. Heart removal. Cardiectomy. “It’s routine,” the cardiectologist says, “simpler even than removing a breast.” Swap…
City nights. the flesh of the moon is a thin slice of apple: browning
by Nick Sweeney The sign on the road at the turning near Latchi, on the west coast of Greek Cyprus, reads Ttakkas Bay, Restaurant, Afrodite Area, Refugee from…
by Niles Reddick I told them I was innocent, but the cops didn’t believe me, my ex didn’t believe me, and most of my…
by Ella Kanegarian Göktaş The arab looked at me, while slowly biting a small part of his chunky dark chocolate colored lip and said: “Your…
Betrayed My heart feels broken, remembering the words you have spoken. Eckoing around and around and around again. Don’t want to remember, as sweet…
-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…
[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…
Drugged Humidity I could break my own face If I had no fear
August 10, 2012 Friday night patio party. Drinks with the server crew.