Poetry
Poetry
Short Fiction

a ritual of change and revolution

Emma Mendez

I was the ruler of my own heart, a lover of everything life threw at me, and a carrier of grief, a messenger of death. I was once all these things in my past lives; I would like to think I still ...  [+]

Short Fiction

The Sentinel

Rachel Allen Everett

Hours have passed. I still haven’t reached the ground. The creaking of these ancient, rusted scaffolds echoes in the endless expanse, pressing in on me as I climb ever downward. The haunted light ...  [+]

Creative Nonfiction
Poetry

Hidden

Shane Miller

Pain! Woes! Agony!

Tears streamed from my unearthly face
What a ghastly display of ...  [+]

Poetry
Short Fiction

Eternal Frost

Shane Miller

Shimmering sheets of ice streaked the land for as far as any eye could hope to see. That’s all there would ever be. The sun scarcely penetrated the thick clouds of fog that rolled endlessly on what ...  [+]

Short Fiction

Deuteragonist

Margaret Hall

The detective leaned up against the cold brick of the alleyway, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. In the distance, he could hear the firetrucks wail as they sped through streets still slick ...  [+]

Poetry

Lifecycle

Sohel Vohra

Winter passes into spring
Seasons come and go
Theres a time for everything
For everything ...  [+]

Short Fiction

The Memory

Anneliese Brei

“It’s a shame he left, Darling. It really is.”

Seraphina tore away a layer of paper mache from the elephant sculpture. She sat under a hanging spotlight. The sculpture lay on a white Roman ...  [+]

Creative Nonfiction

Breaking Even

Ben Sheffer

I start the chess tournament by entering the skittles room, which unfortunately, is nothing like a rainbow. The skittles room is just a lounge with a water dispenser and is not a candy dispensary. I ...  [+]

Poetry
Short Fiction

Coffee

Myles Larsen

A warm breeze blew past the two women sitting at the metal table, and Alice tilted her head back, closing her eyes against the sun and smiling. “Have you been here before?” she asked Emma, raising he ...  [+]

Creative Nonfiction

A Christmas Story

McKade Kerr

I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing. It was still dark outside, and I wasn’t fully awake yet, but I answered my phone and heard a familiar voice. “It snowed over a foot last night! We need you ...  [+]

Poetry
Poetry
Short Fiction

Sweet Lou

Andrew Lowry

The reporter knew the first rule of journalism: never let go of the mic. He learned the sacred rule while watching a peer concede her interview to a drunkard with a good grip. Still, he threw over the ...  [+]