Something More – by Damien B. Donnelly

Something More If I asked you would you sever the skin from your body layer by layer and blanket me in your living flesh? Maybe the nights would feel warmer. If I asked you would you bleed the blood from your body, value from veins and feed me with the liquor that lives in you?…

Let Us Drunkenly Compare Mythologies – by Lou Graves

What use is a large vocabulary if one is too shy to use it?  Epistolary perhaps?  A large vocabulary should include the obscenities.  Leonard Cohen said “there are no dirty words, ever.”  Lenny Bruce said “There are no dirty words, just dirty minds.”  Lenny Bruce was born Leonard Schneider; he changed his name because of…

A poetry collection – by Jeff Bagato

Research on the Line Scholars do the damnedest things selling cocaine cola as psychological freshwater for clearing palate and bowels, a marvelous display of erudition slips effortless into Red Skelton cross-eyed hayseed, back stabbed & backwater, at the slightest wave of dollar green breeze from cough drop millions—fortune telling science can quicker see the meaning…

Sorrow – by Mary Johnson

I could have killed myself, of course. I could have flung the child from the top of the tower, and flung myself after him. Then all our troubles would have ended. They told me I could live so long as the child lived, but what did I care for the child’s life? What did I…

A Respite in Park Avenue – by Max Willi Fischer

“Thanks for the magazine,” the gentleman said as he finished filing his nails. “Here’s a fiver for your trouble.” “Thank you.” The eyes of Robert, the businessman’s self-described concierge, lit up. The instinct that told him to make sure no one was watching gave way to exuberance as he stretched the bill out in front…

First Glance – by Liz McAdams

She saw him passing by, a fleeting glance between strangers and then it was gone. Disappeared into the crush of the train station. She tucked her novel into her shoulder bag, and boarded her train. And spent her day wondering on that moment of connection. Eyes meeting over the heads of strangers and through the…

Nesting Place – by A. T. Sayre

January 21st Julie still has many of her things packed in the boxes by the door.  Only her bare essentials for day to day life are out and about the apartment.  Her mementos have just had to wait.  We’re both really busy with school and work right now, and haven’t had the time to allocate…

Test Subject 65382 – by Tara May

Test Subject 65382 came out of the vat at 16. Older than most, older by far, but no matter; she was beautiful—perfect, really. Dr. Gilpin couldn’t have asked for better, and he secretly congratulated himself for the decision to leave her in past the customary gestation period. He was alone in his thinking; his colleagues…

Pizza Night – by Buz Hampton

The dust-laden Jeep screeched to a halt. Its enormous tires splattering Earth across the asphalt as it careened into the parking space. The commotion caused the professor to spin around like a graying at the temples tornado. The bass of the unintelligible music blasting loud enough to shake the pavement beneath it.  A lithe woman…

Misunderstanding – by Sarah Clayville

It was a pity that their first meeting was their last, but rules were established to keep society moving forward. Safety allowed for the rebellious to find danger. And those in the right permitted those in the wrong space to roll around in the detritus of their poor decisions. Still, knowing all that he did,…

Submission – by Michael Marrotti

You would’ve thought I was attending a funeral by the sight of tears swelling up in my eyeballs   This breakup was unexpected this death I could never have predicted   This life which was mine equipped with altered perception is now buried with my dealer inside that casket   Each day I slowly rise…

Do What it Takes – by Julie Zuckerman

Decked in our kickoff week swag – fleeces and dry-fit running shirts with the company logo – we marched into John’s office with an ultimatum. Seeing us, he broke into a broad grin and we remembered his childish sense of wonder and possibility, the thing that had once attracted us to come work for Viva…