The Silence & The Howl (§.26)

§.26 The four conversants sat in the far right corner of the cafe, the mechanical whirring of the fan and the clinking of cups, paper and plastic, and the skidding of heeled-polymer upon the linoleum floor, the only sounds, save the occassional puff of a cigarette or cigar. With a broad smile, La'Far broke the… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl (§.26)

When Blood Wants Blood

     There is nothing like the smell of Santeria. It is a distinct smell that jolts me into my body the second I find myself enveloped in it: one that suggests cleanliness—in every respect—but with a little magic mixed in. Not easily reproduced, you won’t find it anywhere but homes or other places, such as my botanica—a… Continue reading When Blood Wants Blood

Windows

     About two and a half months ago, I was abruptly told via voicemail that my mother was going to have emergency brain surgery. Wednesday night’s social work class—the first one of the semester—had just wrapped-up and after the last of my students exited the building, I headed to my office to grab my satchel, lock-up, and head home.  Per… Continue reading Windows

Fiction Recap 2019 [#2]

Selection of fiction works we've published this year. July The Caretaker (Dan Klefstad / short story—chapter excerpt / horror, thriller) Hauptsturmführer Fillenius (Dan Klefstad / short story / horror, thriller) Riven Cage (K. E. / flash / horror) June Pen & Pedagogy (K. E. / flash / realism, satire) Roadkill (D. A. Estringel / short story /… Continue reading Fiction Recap 2019 [#2]

The Silence & The Howl | Part 19

§.19 Harmon rang up sprawls at the break of dawn, knowing his former roommate would be up for work. In under four seconds, a croaky voice tersely answered. "Yeah?" "I'm stopping by to pick up my things." "What things?" "Things I'd left there." "Oh. Those things." "Yeah. Just wanted to give you a heads up."… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl | Part 19

The Silence & The Howl | Part 17

§.17 They descended the stairs as thunder ranged beyond the ambit of the creaking tumbledown. Lyla wanted to watch a movie. Inquiries concerning the cinematic acumen of all present were made, with Andy judged most-knowledgeable, they settled into the massive, tattered and musty couch as their host plopped in a old VHS titled 'Fractured Mirror.'… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl | Part 17

The Silence & The Howl | Part 16

§.16 The moon ghosted above the ancient coal breaker. Odd figures walked the streets, surreptitiously passing small plastic bags to each other just beyond the illumination of the streetlamps and the lights of Andy's house. Bluebird did not call before she arrived. She parked her car in the front of the drive and clattered down… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl | Part 16