Diarmuid ó Maolalaí is a graduate of English Literature from Trinity College in Dublin and lives there, working […]

how streetlights at night
in a blossomed car-passage
share some of the function
of flowers; their shines striking raindrops
which settle on windowpanes
and circle to petals like fists.

Beate Sigriddaughter grew up in Nürnberg, Germany. Her playgrounds were a nearby castle and World War II bomb […]

She would invite a few of her friends as well, so I’d meet some more people in town. When I got to her house, it turned out she’d changed her mind. Other people could wait. This was now all about getting to know me.

Zane Schneider was born in Los Angeles, but has traveled and lived in a few different places. Although […]

she sat down
on a tall stool
and
asked for a martini
running her hand
through her wet hair
shaking it dry

I mean Michael Jackson was a pedophile, but we enjoyed his art, his unique, god-given talents, so we looked the other way. We suffered for his art. Right?

the Thieving Magpie is now a feisty 5 years old!

Alice Kinerk earned an MFA in English and then spent several years raising babies and not writing much. […]

This was the Heather that Darien laid eyes on when he opened the door of the baling shed. She was sitting on the bench, appearing sad (he thought) not ill. She had the wide feet and downcast eyes of an NBA player on the bench as his team loses the game. That’s how Darien thought she looked. She had a scowl. Nevertheless, she looked beautiful.