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by Bill Tope & Doug Hawley Alicia raced across the busy street, which was choked with after-the-bar traffic. She checked her watch: it was a quarter to 2am. Leaping from the pavement onto the curb, her foot slipped and twisted painfully on the wet grass.
by Arjun Razdan I walked in without a knock. He was on the top bunk. There were eight beds in the room, all suffused with a sort of orange light of the evening. He did not look at me when I walked in. But, later, he smiled and introduced himself. I had wanted a hotel […]
by Jonathan Ferrini I left the Army exchanging my camos for a uniform consisting of a white vest, black slacks, and a clip-on black bow tie. I got the job from my commanding officer whose family owned a home on the shore of Lake Tahoe. He made an introduction to the GM of a five-star […]
by Douglas Young Though slightly nervous, Radford McGinniss caught himself smiling en route to a fifteenth annual high school reunion thrown at a classmate’s home Saturday evening. Despite his four years at Theophilus Holmes High being his most miserable, littered with the usual adolescent angst and aggravated by a severe strain of shyness, Radford still […]
[Five Poems from Corpses in the Void] translated from Romanian by Ștefan Bolea Prophetic Anatomy There isn’t any poison left only some pale fluids the sunburnt tongue cries in agony
Moonlight During the faint hours of night the moon beckons to me.
by Jonathan Ferrini I checked in to the venerable hotel sitting atop Nob Hill in San Francisco greeting the cable car riders ascending California Street. It appeared in many well-known movies and afforded fantastic views of the Golden Gate Bridge and San Francisco.
by Kenneth M. Kapp “Honestly!” Little Bonny J waived her hands in the air. “Honestly, Mom, I didn’t eat those cookies. A girl has to be careful to keep her figure youthful. Even when you’re eight that’s important. You’ve told me that umpteen times. See, I do listen!”
by Zygmunt Nowak Solinski Invited round. Small, wild garden with children. Stupid kids. Look at them, playing football. How can you talk with them kicking that bloody ball around? It’s going to hit …
de Ștefan Bolea Is Schopenhauer right? Is life just pain and suffering? To put it differently, aren’t the positive aspects of life prevalent? Nietzsche’s famous yes comes to mind. Was it the yes of a masochist seeking an ideal escape route? This yes, like the affirmation of the overman, bears a distinctive utopian feature. Yes to […]