Circular 2/1/20

PROSE From Cajun Mutt Press: Little Hymn In One Part by Mike James. "Once, he found a perfectly good leather dog leash re-used to wrangle passing clouds." (James, Little Hymn In One Part) ♦ From Every Day Fiction: Marathon Girl by Tim Boiteau. "Water station nine. Hydration, raisins, and knives, knives, knives. Knives for slashing,… Continue reading Circular 2/1/20

Fiction Circular 2/15/19

Editor's note: links affixed to author/publisher's name will redirect to author/publisher social media, links affixed to story/article titles will redirect to the site whereupon the named piece is archived. 'Independent authors' section focuses on lone individuals who publish their own literary work, 'independent publishers' section focuses upon independent presses, lit-mags, e-zines and other literary organizations… Continue reading Fiction Circular 2/15/19

The Journal of Wayer Farley | Part 6

(continued from part 5) "She was convinced that this... thing, was real. She was obsessed with it. In her last days, she spoke of nothing else." "Poor woman. How was it she... ah, forgive me. I shouldn't pry." "You were going to ask how she died? Its alright. Its seldom I get to speak of… Continue reading The Journal of Wayer Farley | Part 6

The Journal of Wayer Farley | Part 5

(continued from part 4) He smiled ever so slightly, as if the act were difficult for him and then removed two cheap shot glasses from the same desk drawer which had previously held the ambered and aromatic liquid and filled them halfway full and slid one across the table to me. I picked up the… Continue reading The Journal of Wayer Farley | Part 5

The Journal of Wayer Farley | Part 4

(continued from part 3) "How extraordinary." I muttered dejectedly, mouth falling open slight. Merric raised a brow and laid a firm, finely manicured hand upon my shoulder. "Are you feeling quite alright?" "I... no. I don't know what came over me. Its like... damn it. I can't explain. It were as a fit of... of-"… Continue reading The Journal of Wayer Farley | Part 4

The Journal of Wayer Farley | Part 3

(continued from part 2) Weeping. Faint and feminine and coming from the immediate upper floor. From Ward M-B. I thought at first that it might be a television one of the orderlies or guards had left on. Some of them carried small portable TV sets around for viewing during their lunch-break. I paused near the… Continue reading The Journal of Wayer Farley | Part 3

The Journal of Wayer Farley | Part 2

(continued from part I) He looked up then, panic clouding his sallow, shunken-eyed visage. I could tell I had disturbed him. "But I hear her at night. You said I wasn't mad!" "Calm yourself, sir. The mind plays tricks. Tree branches scratching the windows. Animals calling." He cut me off, speaking up quite stridently, his… Continue reading The Journal of Wayer Farley | Part 2