Box | Christopher Moylan
Tell me how it gets started, this sudden fashion for a drug. It’s more than a fashion, it’s a kind of chemical chain letter, a telepathic group think on the mos...
Category: Prose
500 Characters | Jennifer Weitman
Please swipe left it you’ve ever told a woman she’s pretty just to get her into bed or that she smells nice and she is lovely and that you had a really nice tim...
Hidden Eclipses | Andy Kroll
Once, some other time, an oppressive monster ripened heavily in solitude. Dining, even al fresco, was a dispiriting performance when enacted alone. This monster...
“Cross-Pollination” By: Claire Hopple
The table rocked when you pressed against it. The chair swayed a bit, too. You weren’t sure if it was the floor, the foundation, the furniture. You were beginni...
“Tara” By: Adreyo Sen
One day, when it’s all over, and the books have been cleared away, and the table that played host to the laughter of the children who were your friends first, a...
“The Offering” By: Angel Dionne
Papier-mâché moon beams drench the streets with their opaque light. I’ve walked these streets every evening for the past two years, leisurely observing the cook...
“Doc Star” By: C.R. Reardon
The window in the corner of the room framed pedestrians walking below on brick sidewalks as Star Langley bobbed and weaved in her wheelchair. Her creamy brown f...
“Love Wins” By: Tim Patten
President Obama was on TV! It was June 26, 2015, and the president was making a speech about marriage and how it now represented marriage for all. My eyes water...
“The Kaleidoscope” By: Grace Bridges
Coloured scraps, broken toys, jagged edges, refracted light tumble around life’s kaleidoscope, never the same pattern twice. Everything is there: memories, desi...
“Everyone Should Cough into Their Elbows” By: Ananya Kumar-Banerjee
“Why won’t you just cough into your elbows?” Dad’s coughs are echoing off the walls again. It’s been two weeks and both of them are still sick. I sometime...