By Fernanda Poblete Gonzalez The door opened, and he entered quickly. He had a coffee cup and a few papers in his hand. He stood in front of me as he adjusted his crooked black tie. "Miss Martinez?" He addressed me. "Yes," I replied, with my hands wet from my anxiety. “I am Detective Patricio … Continue reading With Hands Tied
By Joan Leotta Elena slid into the chair across the table from her friend Alda at Nettie’s Coffee Emporium. “Sorry I’m late. Overseas phone call. Did you order coffee for me?” Alda laughed. “ Of course. And a pistachio muffin too. You have the same thing every week.” She pushed one a plate over to … Continue reading What’s in a Name?
By John Goodie Can you hear the trees as they grow Or see the bees make combs of honey? Can you touch the thunder of a cloud Or smell the wonder in a child’s fresh mind Can you see when death might visit Or taste the beast when he gets near? Can you smell the … Continue reading Life Mystery
By Kat Devitt I sat staring at the hands, frozen in their rotation, their ticking not filling the room. I waited another second to see if a spring might force it to leap forward. Just once. Just to prove life still grinded through the cogs in the ormolu clock, tick, tick, ticking away. But nothing … Continue reading When the Clock Stops
By Victoria Crawford Milkweed branch suspended, wet wings uncurl to signal visible chant of cymbals beat with runes encrypted. Nuance baffles phonetic delivery. Delicate stretch under sun seasoning, salting vellum damp to parchment that cues message rhythms, cracks and curves, waved in wild calligraphy, blackletter skin engraved. Purposeful definition arises in wild words soaring beyond vision, … Continue reading Cocoon Emergent
By Andrew Scott This quiet little town has become the center of upheaval and confusion as of late. It was so quiet when I got here. People were so neighbourly, waving to you as a complete stranger. Now everyone has suspicious eyes as you hear the click of a door lock. It started a few … Continue reading “Murder Town”
By Ryan Quinn Flanagan The Rain Was Laughing Sideways …and the stranger came to town and no one knew him and he went to every house dropping a single breadcrumb on each doorstep and then the stranger left and never returned and everyone rejoiced because they had bread.
By John Patrick Robbins These are the last pages I will ever write for you. My lines are far to worn my thoughts spent in false hopes now buried by my ever clear and present vices. Tears no longer remain, and the storm washed clean ever present reminder that I can never truly drink … Continue reading “One Last Reprise”
By John Page The car moved along the streets with a screech. It is a small but sleek car. An inquisitional car is swift and can get anywhere swiftly. However today is not a day for going fast. The Imperial Corridor is as bad as always and Depaget had gotten impatience. He turned off the … Continue reading Hateful Letters
By John Page The Basilica of St. George the Hammer was the largest church in the city of Mulun. It was set on the Glimmor Hill. It was built in the Grim Nova Nouch style. The twenty story structure was covered in skulls, showing scenes of conflict: Heaven and Hell. Everything was done in a … Continue reading “The Kneeling Saint”