By Randall Horton
A bedraggled man sits on the steps of the Bleeker Street Station in Manhattan – one shoe on, one shoe off. He talks to himself so fast the words in his mind cannot possibly keep up with … Continue reading→
By Jeffrey R. DeRego
Part Eight
The limousine door opens as I run up the street. We’re barreling out of the city before I get it closed and struggle to catch my breath.
… Continue reading→To The Mother Of My Enemy
By Scott Woods
Here how he died: looking up at stars.
every constellation winking out
until only eternity left to mourn.
No angel came down for him.
His mouth … Continue reading→
This Side of Awkwardness
By John Garmon
I have become a human body
All this time I was a terrorist
My dialogue was switched at birth
The pelting sleet flew off my window
Blots of … Continue reading→
By Jeffrey R. DeRego
Part seven
I wake up to harsh fluorescent lights. My right arm is handcuffed to a hospital bed. The soft perpetual bleeping of machinery fills the room. I get … Continue reading→