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Flash Fiction: 'Flat Viewings of the Third Kind'

Green glowing eyes peered through the letterbox at me. I crouched so she could see that it was me. We stared at each other for sometime...

Review: Tender Cuts by Jayne Martin

BUY THE BOOK HERE FROM VINE LEAVES PRESS! Tender Cuts is a collection of thirty-eight one-page, square slice-life stories where love and...

Flash Fiction: Dare

Jack Hudson’s motor neurone disease had progressed aggressively. Day by day his physical activities were becoming limited. His wife of 40...

Short Story: Enemies, Friends

Goran built the house sixty years ago. He was a powerful merchant and traded in wheat, medicines, cotton and wool. In the troubled times...

Poetry: Your Eyes

YOUR EYES Your eyes destroy the pure logic of the image. They remake the disorder of a methodical chaos. Make us remember those nights ...

A Philosophy Course

What I have is the present: cloud faded fringe-worn blue jeans and t-shirts proud of former events and dates. The bonfire future on...

Short Story: The Middle

No matter how early you arrive at an airport, your time there always seems spent in a hazy blur. You walk, or jog, alongside people...

Short Story: The Cool of the Menacing Tree

German threw the kids into his white truck and started it. He grabbed the half-full bottle resting on the middle hump of the floorboard,...

Flash Fiction: The News

They say the loss of a twin is akin to a ghost limb, an itch never scratched; a sore never healed. David is not sure. He is visiting his...

Short Story: La Primavera

With the gray, cold, clay-like mud up to her calves, Clarice took slow steps along the Cheyenne River. The mud clung to her feet and made...

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