Randy tried to push Freddie’s body off his lap, but the dead corpse was stiff with rigor mortis. Randy still could not believe a kid had died at school. Nobody was supposed to die at school. They all wanted their teachers to die. They wanted Mr. Joiner to die. But not each other.

Frank William Finney is a New England poet and former lecturer who taught at Thammasat University in Thailand […]

I made you nothing for dinner tonight,/though the fridge was full/and I had the time

Virginia Aronson is the author of many published books, both nonfiction and fiction. Her poems have appeared in […]

The moon goes up/the moon goes down/and still she’s saying oh/mother, the world,/it’s so rotten, let’s die/together.

Now it is here!
Explosive Spring, with a sustained burst of energy that has been simmering all year.
But wait!

Marco Etheridge lives and writes in Vienna, Austria. His short fiction has been featured in many reviews and […]

“The Devil don’t mark on the outside, Wade. He leaves his sign deep inside. It’s the church that makes a show of outwardness. Eat your groats now, like a good Lad.”

Ocelot Lang was born and raised in San Francisco and has lived in Los Angeles, Bologna, Washington, D.C., […]

I looked at my friend. I thought, how wretched a life, to have never met the god of in-between things!