Three Poems by KG Newman
How do you feel / when driving past / the penitentiary on a winter night
Three Poems by Lynn Horton
Fish fall from the sky / in silvery hooks / on a subduction shore / where boats beat at dusk with hunting
Self-Portrait: Poem by Jack D. Harvey
Yes, that is me / on my pet pony / only two and a half years old.
Mornin Fever: Story by Bob Beach
The first dayshine spilled hurryish over Miz Pennypacker’s tarpaper roof and splashed the front yard like a stream of melty butter.
Two Poems by Amelia Leff
When the beam snapped, / the rope that clung to my life slipped. / The roof caved in as / I saw the floorboards part
Two Poems by Lowell Jaeger
When my first wife and I / were new to each other, / we moved into a cinderblock apartment
Gilgamesh: A Film Treatment for the First Action Hero
by Scott Archer Jones
In the third millennium, fifteen hundred years before Homer’s Iliad, Gilgamesh was the stuff of legend. In fact, he was the first tragic hero.
The Psychology of The Walking Dead—The Appeal of Post-Apocalyptic Stories
by Dr. Donna Roberts
I’m not a Walking Dead fan, which is surprising because I love binging on TV series and I loved horror movies as a teenager.
Where Night Stops by Douglas Light
Review by Angela Kubinec
In my morbid imagination I wonder if a drowning person has time to realize that others are standing around doing nothing, stunned and possibly silent.
Two Poems by Colin Dodds
God may have created / the universe and all therein / But he never made any money off it
Modern Resuscitation, Or: Where You Keep Your Heart
by Elijah Tomaszewski
I’m pumping the way I’ve been doing for the past minute.
Into the Drowning Deep by Mira Grant
Review by Joy Ralph
Into the Drowning Deep is Mira Grant’s novel-length follow-up to her 2015 novella Rolling In The Deep.
Hotel
by Gustavo Bossert
When a row of trees started to swish against the car, and denser foliage knocked against the bumper and number plate, she sensed that she had lost her way.
Two Arms and a Leg
by Jeff Bakkensen
We split her up by dropping names into a hat. I got both arms, Paul a leg, Ryan the head, Matt the other leg, and Drew the coveted torso.
The Book of Kirby
by Don Foster
With little time before his kids start fisticuffing one another, before his wife dumps the weekend itinerary on him, Kirby rolls himself out of bed this Saturday to work on his spiritual overhaul.
Three Poems by Lynn Horton
Fish fall from the sky / in silvery hooks / on a subduction shore / where boats beat at dusk with hunting
A Hollywood Education
by Alan Swyer
When he first came to LA and had not yet established much of a social life, Shulman’s evenings, more often than not, were spent in pursuit of old movies.
Mornin Fever
by Bob Beach
The first dayshine spilled hurryish over Miz Pennypacker’s tarpaper roof and splashed the front yard like a stream of melty butter.
Two Poems by Amelia Leff
When the beam snapped, / the rope that clung to my life slipped. / The roof caved in as / I saw the floorboards part, / revealing the Cuyahoga gushing below.
