The Last Cup by Michael South

Gray trays upon gray trays are stacked one on another, each imprisoning a six by six brigade of brown plastic cups waiting to be…

Venting by HughStan J. Schl

The therapist sits and studies her next three patients. They each wear some kind of costume. One is a man, one a boy, and…

The Setting Sun by Nathaniel McKowen

My dad’s van was gunmetal grey. We had dubbed it the “Dutch Oven” because it had no AC, and the windows didn’t roll down.…

Mutant Monkey Love by Nathaniel McKowen

I wonder if monkeys get nervous when they first meet other monkeys. To a certain degree, I imagine - a primal response, nothing near…

Being Light by Ken Lamberton

Even the smallest things may burst with light a hundred times larger than themselves.…

Post Partum by Yari Jacobson

I pulled into the driveway of our 4BR 2BA ranch style in Mesa.…

Hard Prosetry by Yari Jacobson

They make fun of me, my peers, these convicts, for watching old Westerns, my Cash tattoo, the picture of me from the streets in…

Hotel Confidential by Steven Arthur

I borrowed my hand from the thin sequined waist of aprofessional. A third swipe convinced the motel door cardreader to change from flashing red…

Short Term by Steven P. Arthur

Hello there. I have short term memory loss.…

Train Ride by Steven P. Arthur

Just as the train entered the tunnel, the lights went out. There was commotion and a scream.…
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