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.
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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 Victor D. Infante
Part Nine
I wipe the blood from the mirror, then check the time. Almost midnight. Like I said, “The Witching Hour.” Vegas money she’s a traditionalist.
I stop and … 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→