A Stranger Come Home – by HIRO TSUKINO

  Stranger Come Home by Hiro Tsukino     The guy with the window seat smiled and shaped his hand into a gun. He put the barrel against his neck and fired smoothly, gesticulating the glory of the blow out the other side onto the woman sleeper between us. He did this in slow motion…

Transparency – Kelly Fitzharris (Coody)

So, want to know how it feels to go through a divorce?   It’s absolute hell. You feel like you’re insane; ergo, in an attempt to quell some of your loneliness and pain, you talk to other men (friends or acquaintances, whatever) and become inexplicably clingy with them, to which they instantly recoil in response….

To The Sea – by Seb Reilly

There is a strange psychological effect on people who grew up by the sea. Not in every case; but for many, the idea of living away from an edge is something they struggle with. I definitely fall into this category. Seaside people need the land to end. They need that boundary, a cut-off point. Rolling…

Mouthpiece – by JENNY IRIZARY

Mouthpiece My dad was leaning out the car window, catching up with Sofia’s mom, as I ran my finger from my Basque-Puerto Rican surname to the name “Mouthpiece, a Jet,” on the West Side Story cast list posted on the gym door. I ran down to the parking lot with the news that Sofia and…

Want to go Back in Time? How About for Your Medical Care? Come to Fort Worth, Texas; they don’t care one bit. Especially if you’re a woman. – Kelly Coody, Editor-in-Chief

I’m looking at and talking to you, HARRIS METHODIST SOUTHWEST EMERGENCY ROOM in southwest Fort Worth, Texas, to be exact. I just want to make sure EVERYONE KNOWS how ABYSMAL THE QUALITY OF CARE IS THERE.   How would you feel if you showed up to an Emergency Room, with your mother on her deathbed, only to get…

Rock Fever – by PENELOPE GRISTELFINK

Rock Fever   “Every time I take a life, I cut my locks.”             It is between 2 and 4 in the morning on an island in the Caribbean. Your lover has been gone for hours. He fucked you furiously and deeply and in that perfect nightcap kind of way which makes you zonk out…

Forbidden Fruit – by DON TASSONE

FORBIDDEN FRUIT by Don Tassone   I don’t remember how she looked.  Of course, I was only four years old.  Who remembers a face you saw at such a tender age, so long ago? But I remember her name.  It was Mary.  She was my age.  She lived two doors down on Culver Avenue.  That’s…

 The Ascent Of Feminist Poetry- by Charles Bane, Jr.

(Cover art by Laura Grover)   Acknowledgements The germ of this book lies in essays that appeared online at That Lit Site, The Washington Independent Review of Books, and New Black Man, curated by Mark Anthony Neal, Professor of African and African American studies at Duke University. Professor Neal has never failed to make me…