Circular 2/15/20

PROSE From Fictive Dream: Pickers by D.S. Levy. A garage sale brings back old memories for a woman unusually devoid of sentimentality. Right, Colleen thought, just like the cow would match the purple moon hanging over their house. § From Jokes Review: ...In Space! A new issue of the satirical magazine. Will there be milk… Continue reading Circular 2/15/20

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

Circular 1/22/20

PROSE From Fictive Dream: Delirium by John C. Mannone. "The brick-lumps sifted through the black morph into swarms of fire ants with glassy-grit teeth." (Delirium) From Spelk: Letters to Dead People by Foster Trecost. “I sometimes write letters to my father, but he doesn’t read them.” “How do you know?” “Because dead people can’t read… Continue reading Circular 1/22/20

Verse & Prose Archive Updated For The Month of November

Our archive has been fully updated for the month of November (featuring new verse and prose). The archive will be similarly updated towards the end of December or directly thereafter (in early January). Additionally, we will be accepting verse, prose and music submissions throughout the month of December. If interested in submitting your work, see… Continue reading Verse & Prose Archive Updated For The Month of November

The Dauntless Rook (§.07)

Continued from §.06. Luned Fey leaned back in the old wicker chair she'd stolen four weeks ago, lowering the paper to behold a lithe, pale man, garbed in a corvine coat, who sat across the charred table. He settled down into the chair and poured some of the coffee Fey had freshly brewed looking impossibly… Continue reading The Dauntless Rook (§.07)

Cajeta (Gimme Some Sweet!)

“Gimme some sweet!” we scream blessed by your MAD words BAD words GLAD words SAD letting them scorch palates y quemar nuestros labios like Holy Wafers in the Devil’s mouth. Give us a taste of life your loco— salty and caramel-kissed— with every candy-flip of the page forming crystalizations of lithium-pink opiate rock (candy) on… Continue reading Cajeta (Gimme Some Sweet!)

Little Deaths

We implode— explode— in raptures of liquid light that set the skin to sizzle on the spit like slow-cooked meat, pulled apart in greedy clutches, peeling skin from skin, limb from limb, sinew from bone until all is gone, fallen away in shreds and trickles. Tongues prodding, hungrily, for the taste of coppery bliss of… Continue reading Little Deaths