Short Fiction

The other place

Amaranthe Ivory Violeta

Here in this place of other, I am an observer.

On an eerily tall mountaintop, I stand. It’s dark shadows and peaks crawling high up into the ether, allowing for a birds eye view of the world ...  [+]
Poetry
Short Fiction

12

Lea Lanzalotto

The clock strikes 12. The hour of birth. The hour of candlelight. The dawning of time. The hour of unanswered screams on an empty road. A cold wind whistles through the forest. The unseasonable chill ...  [+]
Creative Nonfiction

Closets

Lea Lanzalotto

The bottom of a closet is a welcoming place. I know - not the greatest sentiment for a queer person to express, but just try to hear me out on this one.
The hanging clothes hardly graze the tops ...  [+]
Poetry
Poetry
Poetry

Rise

Emily Rittammer

I rise.
My head bursting above the cold ocean I’ve been drowning in for years.
Murky waters ...  [+]
Short Fiction

Strange Territory

Emily Rittammer

A.

Floating

Tethered by a single cord.

There is a steady beat. Like a drum that shakes every cell. There is darkness, but I feel surrounded and held. It is so warm, and safe? Maybe. The ...  [+]
Poetry
Poetry
Poetry
Creative Nonfiction

The BEES

Hermit Thrush

My family liked the campsite at first: plenty of trees, level ground for our tent, a short walk to the bathroom. Though we didn’t like that buzzing sound. We chalked it up to the nearby power lines ...  [+]
Creative Nonfiction

The Caretaker

Joelle Hui

“I need to deposit money into the bank.” He said as he kept moving about his room and picking up objects and moving them somewhere else. I gestured to him to keep quiet and I tried to coax him back to ...  [+]
Poetry
Short Fiction

Fear

Gregory Dent

The white tea towel, printed with cacti and the jolly phrase, “Looking Sharp”, resting on the oven handle in my kitchen stains brown from my finger. This has become the preferred method to test the ...  [+]
Short Fiction

Golden Girl

Lauren Lanzalotto

“Look out!” Chance screamed, accompanied by a stuttering step in my direction, seeming to want to chase the volleyball he had sent careening in my direction, but hesitating at the last second. ...  [+]
Short Fiction

No Backing Down

Allison Pewett

His heart pounded as he stared at the makeshift cage which imprisoned his fearsome foe. He tried to convince himself that he was ready for this moment. But was he? He had spent hours studying his ...  [+]
Poetry