Larew’s poems have appeared widely, most recently in Contemporary American Voices, Poetry South, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily and Best Poetry Online.  His […]

When I turn into twigs now/my sap dives deeper/and the claps/clap louder

R.S. Wren is a writer of fiction hailing from Washington, D.C. His work has previously been published in […]

The Italian game. The knight would come out next. Karlsson smiles to himself, pleased that he was one step ahead of the Grandmaster, rightfully assuming that he would not lead with a Gambit.

an inability to recognize the truth doesn’t make it false

With a long history of UFO sightings, spectral events and cattle mutilations, it’s unclear what’s rubbish and what’s at least partially based in fact. The miles and miles of electrified fence ringed with barbed wire only amps the rumors.

Nick Gullo Published author (Into the Cage: Rise of UFC Nation, Random House/Penguin), former lead writer for Vice […]

In the crib lies a baby, eyes lidded as though at the edge of sleep. But the skin is gray, and the infant’s lying on bird wings fanned as though ready to take flight.

we create our own Green Lights!

…they’re allowed to walk around shirtless with Buddha Bellies or Spare Tires or whatever cute name the Paparazzi gives celebrities who get fat, but when I do it in my house, I’m told to cover up…