Fiction by Allister Nelson

“God comes hungry to your table. The crops have rotted. Tins of bean, ash in the cornbread. He asks you for food.”

Poetry by Sean G. Meggeson

“ground mice needle scurrying  liquid drop model making  time creating big men paining…”

Fiction by Natalie Hammonds

“What was the point of her being able to go inside of her skin but not able to change anything?”

Poetry by Thomas Zimmerman

“the roof of Hell my parents walked & bore of course dark shadows of their own but i believe i was the über shadow of the house the demon dynamo…”

Fiction by Neil Randall

“We have a 0.0% success rate at present, and of that we are immensely proud.”

Poetry by Laszlo Aranyi (Frater Azmon)

“She spreads her thighs unashamedly:

- Here, here it is...
- What?
- My cunt, you idiot!”

Fiction by Margaret Cahill

“Not everyone can paint,” he said, “but everyone has the potential to be a performance artist.”

CNF by Adrian Kresnak

“There’s a children’s museum that used to have a severed head in a freezer.”

Poetry by Larry O. Dean

“Archie’s hardwares are tolerated by his newsagent and passive willingness, Edith (Jean Stapleton)…”

Fiction by Sean Ennis

“You think it would be easy to feel superior to a Satanist, but you would be wrong. I regularly sell my soul for discount codes, free shipping, and no-obligation, one-month trials.”

Poetry by Rus Komutoff

“VOICES IN MY HEAD THESE ALMOST INVISIBLE CLOUDS OF BREATH KILLING TIME LOST DAYS ANONYMOUS TRANSCENDANCE”

Fiction by Daniel Sheen

“It feels like the end of the world. But whisper-quiet. Less like catastrophic thunder and more like a slow unravelling, like an old sweater comin’ apart at the seams.”

Poetry by MK Kuol

“a million years ago, i was a feathered fish / scaling the length of my father’s manhood / while dreaming of home in a bed / boned with scented shadows.”

CNF by Casey Jo Graham Welmers

“Unless pocket change and crusty nickels scavenged from beneath sagging sofa cushions are considered an embarrassment of riches, we did not come from money.”

Feature article by Hugh Blanton

“If Kafka passed a torch from his insurance company office, Gergley is bearing it now in a CVS breakroom with his own modern twists.”

Fiction by R.P. Singletary

“SLAPPED any hell or heaven, come piss and shit, life out of the man-boy whos-whispered-whose? Collapsed and somehow exploded (somehow??), his head hitting loud and fluids of every shade of b.i.o.l.o.g.i.c.a.l.s. across the shipyard-emptied stones.”

Poetry by Hiram Larew

“Be sure to ask the flu and its shivers If there’s anything more Or even better to expect After tonsils or broth“

Micro-fiction by Joseph Linscott

“You settle into a hollow. In your brain, a vibration hums that matches the wiggling of worms under your body. A pale glow from the moon extinguishes your fire. Shivers shudder out and from your mouth a grey winged moth emerges.”

CNF by Basil Rosa

“The payments on accrued interest alone for each of the creditors I owe money to will keep me pumping cream into doughnuts in this kitchen for up to fifty hours a week until I’m a corpse.”

Fiction by DC Diamondopolous

“In the classified section of the Daily Breeze, Donna had recognized a coded message with a phone number and called.”

Poetry by Natalie Marino

“Uncle Jimmy finally caught a lucky break when the sky turned black and he was eight and out.” 

Poetry by Amanda Andrews

“I’m hypersomnia trying to be an oneiromancer, only I’m also a cranky insomniac unable to create soundless dreams”

Fiction by Basil Rosa

“He considers the Virgin Birth. Like many a Catholic, he was once so eager to believe.”

Poetry by Isla Mayer

“…it was the work of minimal imagination to picture them overturning furniture pulling cupboards away from the walls…”

CNF by JB Polk

“…I believe that life, whether one is young or old, must be lived and commemorated as it comes.”

Feature article by Ron Whitehead

“1) Join a writing group. Outgrow it as soon as possible.”

CNF by Eva Alter

“The poem’s central metaphor invokes the mythic Chimera—a creature composed of disparate animal parts—as an embodiment of fractured identity.”