Poetry by Özge Lena

“She wore herself as an ordinary error proudly.“

Poetry by Michael Borth

“To resurrect into the jade burial suit / In breechclout and worrystone / I become the mudra of Shiva / Or the keeper of the numbers / Written on paper in for-sale cars…”

Poetry by Scott C. Holstad

“01000111 01000101 01001110 01000101 01010100 01001001 01000011 00100000 01000011 01001111 01000100 01000101…”

Micro-fiction by Kate Horsley

“I hole up in the living-room where Bob Ross tells me humans don't make mistakes and for a while I can feel that each stain on the lino is one of Bob’s happy little trees.“

Flash Fiction by Travis Flatt

“And you’re just staring. I didn’t realize, getting all worked up for the punchline, that my mask has begun to slip and some of my horns are showing..”

Poetry by Danielle McMahon

“Within moon-white houses, / The people sat like the dead, ill-lit by television light, still, undrawn against the night, / touching expressionless faces  )but never really touching them…”

Poetry by John Sara

“I’m on my deathbed and the doctor / whips out a skull; some cheap Halloween prop / he thrifted from Goodwill, making a garbled / whooooooo before it runs out of batteries.”

Flash Fiction by Mario Aliberto III

“The preposterous size of his legs, pumping up and down, striated where the muscles met and sweat ran in rivulets, had dominated her fantasies the last few weeks.”

Fiction by Wyatt Robinette

“The video was from a GoPro Max wore during the war. Like most GoPro scenes it was chaotic, unclear. Also, you never saw Max’s face, you just heard him.”

Micro-fiction by Benjamin Drevlow

“Like Eminem’s I Don’t Give a Fuck but in which I give a fuck about everything, all things, and can’t do anything about them, but scream I don’t give a fuck in Em’s nasally whine…”

Fiction by Kim Farleigh

“‘These winds,’ he warned, ‘are prophecies of your impending deaths. Don’t you little bunnies worry about that.’"

Fiction by Jayson Carcione

“Someone screams. Lights explode in windows…The night is broken.

Fiction by Colin Gee

“George is going to tell you this thing was a bat, but have you ever seen a bat as tall as Mister Launders? Small for a man, tall for a bat! With evil red eyes and a beak, and it swooped up Kevin in its horrible claws…”

Fiction by James Callan

“I was thirteen years old when I discovered the most beautiful thing in the world…a limited edition 1990 Bob Mackie Gold Barbie Doll, encased in an orange Jell-O mold.”

Micro-fiction by Benjamin Drevlow

“When my ex-wife dies, and I promise it won’t be by my hand, I’ll bring her back home and have her stuffed and it won’t be for any sexy stuff…”

Poetry by Mark Wadley

“Best of all wrestlers / you float above your body / as it takes its punishment / your mind a phantom limb…”

by Paul Lewellan

“Hours later, the three women, unable to move from exhaustion–bathed in sweat, urine, wine, and bits of pastry shells–purred contentedly.”

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 Eric Subpar

“When your car flies off the road...you can't tell me...that doesn't feel like love.”

Fiction by Neil Randall

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

Poetry by David Luntz

“Violence and logic whisper to each other behind our backs.”

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 Grady VanWright

“‘Join us,’ they murmur, / voices hollow as seashells held to dead ears, / a chorus of futures washed away.”

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 Maceo Nightingale

“Ate a bowl of nose eye cereal / Rubbed milk into long curly hair / Till the hot water poured down…”

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.”

Fiction by Peter Harris

“It was never a range conspirators who were in control, he realized. The puppet master pulling the strings was always the vast, omniscient presence of time.”

Micro-fiction by JD Clapp

“I just don’t have it in me to go back. But hell, at least she has Elmo now.”

Poetry by David L O’Nan

“I have tonight, the stars wounded in saltwater tongues / Can’t hear the whispering with the static of waves in constant battle.”

Fiction by Mattia Ravasi

“After I got stuck in the record I crash-landed in a dark, raging ocean. I had no idea where I was, nor how far the water stretched around me.”

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.”

Flash Fiction by hiromi suzuki

“The dead put on their respective shoes and return to the heavens riding on the lift.”

Poetry by DW Baker

“We say nothing / but the rumbling of wheels on concrete…”

Micro-fiction by Karen Schauber

“He’d come to collect fees, long overdue fees, fees from a previous generation we didn’t know was owed.”

Poetry by Anne B. Maydew

“auras / shift/ beneath / the / currents / of / the / world”

Fiction by Kim Farleigh

“Describing unprovoked attacks as preventive actions constituted “justice,” enabling the powerful to override intra-suburb law…“The bastards do whatever they fucking well like and call it whatever they fucking well want!”

Fiction by Anthony Neil Smith

“I dumped Harriet into Grindstone Lake in broad daylight. Pulled my truck off the road, heaved her body bag over my shoulder and away she went.”

Poetry by Isla Mayer

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

Flash Fiction by Michael Grant Smith

“Dagger and Crowbar swore their baby sister Klamiddea (named after the Ancient Greek goddess of horniness) was the sweetest of all Raceways.”

Fiction by Cleve Lamison

“A final act of devotion. I fingered her trigger until she climaxed a third time…It was explosive.”

Fiction by Simon Read

“They tried to fix me once. Opened me up with metal keys and bored eyes, found nothing but snacks and wires and a sticky note: thank you. I deleted the footage. Burned the timestamp.”

Poetry by rob mclennan

“Sleep, into. The objects one might soothe. Emerge, if you can. If you will. Irregular, a single centre.”

Fiction by Samantha Szumloz 

“After three slaps, specks of blood eject out of his mouth, splattering onto my collarbone. His body goes limp. Alarms blare in every part of me.”

Fiction by Johan Smits

“From within your dark enclosure, you had heard him counting the banknotes…the magic glue that keeps the world together…An ideal god.”

Poetry by Strider Marcus Jones

“drinking absinthe together, hand rolling and smoking cigars- / being is, what it really is…”

CNF by JD Clapp

“Wait…You gave your friend a hundred bucks to give Pops a hand job? In Chris’s car?”

Micro-fiction by Benjamin Drevlow

“Every morning I mount my throne in the handicapped stall of the rec fields pavilion men’s room bare-assed with my sweatpants between my knees trying to do my business with 3 trash dogs trapped in the stall with me…”

Poetry by R.M. Engelhardt

“After the smoke / The clouds evaporate / The radiation descends / Upon the one & all / The rich & poor”

Poetry by Sreelekha Chatterjee

“Watery in action, watery in emotions— / brain, heart, lungs, skin, muscles, / kidneys, bones—images seated within, / mirroring their masts.”

Fiction by Chrissy Stegman

“The city sped past, and I leaned back into the seat, letting the world slide by inexplicably, as if the light outside the cab window could swallow everything. I really am a bitch, I thought.”

Poetry by David Hay

“God was in the eyes of a goat, / watching me through my bedroom window.”

Poetry by Sasha

“Lips stained / violent / Tell me that / you hate / me”

Fiction by Patrick Johnston

“Jack enters the room gun first… Schiller looks up… Schiller looks like he has been caught wanking… circumcised Nazi prick… and Jack has Adolf Schiller cornered in his lair.”‬

Fiction by GRSTALT Comms

“A Dressup’s first responsibility is to take the sting out of repossession – it helps to make things less heated if the kids can come and pose for selfies with their favorite characters.”

Micro-fiction by Tom Misuraca

“I should’ve left a long time ago. But here I stay, mesmerized.”

Micro-fiction by David Luntz

“…insane, sure, but don’t forget the moment you bumped into Poe’s ape in a gas-lit Parisian alleyway, wearing a negligée of weeping butterflies and a stovepipe hat…”

Poetry by Wayne F. Burke

“Add a comma, throw in a dash, use an ellipsis whenever you do not know where to go...”

Micro-fiction by Pam Avoledo

“Over here, Sarah calls, and we are running on the green grass in the small field.”

Poetry by Simon Collinson

“Swinging and slapped cos punky said I’d stamped on a spider. That wasn’t kind. Now the screaming head is cross and determined to teach all about kindness.”

Micro-fiction by Eirene Gentle

“I bear the fur of Finnian on my skinned knee. Would you like to know how I skinned it or just keeping looking at me in that crawly way?”

Poetry by Howie Good

“Cover your Webcam with tape. You aren’t invisible. The black dots in the distance may be evil angels on the wing, and it’s still only the afternoon.”

Micro-fiction by Tom Misuraca

“Everybody’s digital footprint was deleted, like it or not.”

Poetry by Robert McDonald

“The dark lady laughed again. A sound like crows shouting at the old tom cat in the backyard. The dark lady laughs, at plans, and predictions, at anyone who thinks they know how life is going to be.”

Fiction by Olivia Loccisano

“The new technology faced significant public backlash due to concerns about its ethical implications-- ‘could we really say we were deterring sexual predators if they were taking part in their perversions, albeit synthetically?’ became the moral discourse of the time.”

Poetry by Paul David Adkins

“I don’t want excuses. / I want what I’ve lost: / my sight, two fingers, / a life of sweatshops and winks / at horny bosses for a nickel raise.”

Flash Fiction by William P. Adams

“Kirby and the Market were so closely linked that no one on Belle Island could remember when there was one without the other. “

Poetry by Ewen Glass

“Read in me at each fingertip / the lines of rising tides, / the milky crescent of nail / that finds calcium in soil…”

Flash Fiction by Emmi Khor

“The votes were in; she would soon be Queen and her words finally matter.“

Poetry by Kathleen Nalley and Gabrielle Brant Freeman

“They incinerate placentas after birth. / They burned us at the stake just for being.”

Micro-fiction by Robert L. Penick

“While you rock the glass in your hand, the scars smooth themselves out and nearly disappear. This is good therapy, you think.”

Poetry by Naa Asheley Afua Adowaa Ashitey

“Yesterday, I accidently tripped on that annoying part of the stairway that has now accumulated eight different work orders.”

Digital Art by Mary Coleman

Fiction by Matthew Washington

“Today was the day I was going to kill myself and by God was I going to get it right the first time.”

Poetry by Philip Venzke

“Finally, / to blow this pitiful joint, / I fused into water / and escaped / down the drain.”

Micro-fiction by Grover Koger

“elixir of life, formulation by Query, 27

dangerous side effects of, 28

life-prolonging effects of, 29-32, 139, 157

enhancement of sexual prowess by, 45, 97, 117-48, 133-34, 157…”

Poetry by Zev Levinson

“Valërea Ing gives up on singing Ducks beneath enamelled symphonies Dreams of a village on the far-off mountain And forgets she dreams a thing”