by Emile DeWeaver
I have this thing I do when I see a book lying unattended. I check the copyright page to see what printing the book is in, and then I read the first sentence of the first chapter.
by Anne Anthony
Michael stretches through the doorway, no apology on his face. He reeks of bourbon, cigarettes, and wet dog. He’s kept his hair long the way his Mama liked it.
Word counts, book sales, even romance: the only astrological guide a writer needs.
Dear Dr. Donna: My daughter is in an abusive relationship. Her husband is very controlling and there have been times when he has gotten physically violent with her.
Our pulses are quickened by the prospect of a literary catfight, just as the hearts of men beat faster when they approach the scene of a high-stakes sporting event.
by Nicolas Poynter
Then the glasses started rattling around. Everyone must have noticed because we were all looking at one another. Milton spread his arms out and grabbed the bar as if somebody was trying to drag him off against his will.
review by Angela Kubinec
The path to self-actualization includes sabotage. It is crowded and messy. It trips us on the worn out shoestrings of our relation to the world.
Have you googled all the mysteries, Karen? / This isn’t a Pacific Theatre. / Watch the choreography of victim blood / splattered cold against the moon.
by Peter Dudley
On the second dawn of the Age of Regression, I am still struggling with a friend's suggestion that now is the time for me to "build bridges to the people who voted for Trump."
by Kate Nezelek
This is the skeleton / of a different poem. / This is the fallen, breaking / ourselves over / like the wooden sticks / we once worried into crosses / so long ago.