There’s scent of
blood in the barn
where someone
hung my prize
hog upside down

Kyle Caldwell is from Ontario, Canada and has been featured in several publications, including Urbanicity, Broken Pencil, and […]

Vikram knelt down and stroked the dog and it nuzzled into him weakly. He glanced again at the corpse and wondered how long the man had been dead. How long it had been since the dog had been fed.

Jonathan Frank is a retired High School Counselor and Homebound Tutor. He’s now a volunteer teacher who designs […]

I live in a world of stink—the stink of men, the stink of food, the stink of bug spray.  As I write this, I can see a spider walk up my wall.

Holly Day has been a writing instructor at the Loft Literary Center in Minneapolis since 2000. Her poetry […]

My earliest memory is of crawling to the edge of a cliff
and seeing nothing but pink and blue clouds beneath me
spreading so thick and solid they looked capable of holding me.

Amy K. Genova is former teacher, writer, and naughty girl among other mis-directions. She recently self-published a chapbook […]

In college, I stole shrimp and celery for Mother’s Day. A grocer asked if I paid for the groceries in my bag. “Yes,” I lied.

The chicken doesn’t realize she’s being plucked when it is being done one feather at a time.  The frog doesn’t realize he’s being boiled alive when the water he’s swimming in simmers slowly.