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.”

Micro-fiction by Tom Misuraca

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

Poetry by Sasha

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

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.”

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.”‬

A Disappearing Virtual Poetry (Micro)Chap by Hannah Flynn

A Disappearing Virtual Poetry (Micro)Chap by Dani Shoemaker

A Disappearing Virtual Hybrid (Micro)Chap by Rachel Turney

A Disappearing Vanishing Poetry (Micro)Chap by Ryan Bry

Fiction by Alexei Raymond

“He’d never touched money of that kind. He’d seen it being handled by his mother, or by Ivan on their adventures, but he’d only ever touched various coins. “

Poetry by William P. Adams

“Jacobo Daye was the Chef of all Trades / His muffins were buttery tender / On the flip side of this / His eel pies were bliss / Until he put both in the blender”

Fiction by Thomas M. McDade

“You’re a good man, George Gale. You saved both her and me some trouble.”

Poetry by Steven Bruce

“Because it was cheaper than therapy. / Because sleep never came alone. / Because she left him for a better man. / Because the bottle felt lighter than guilt.”

Micro-fiction by Cheryl Snell

“The Peeping Tom says, it’s lucky the mother can’t see all those folds and puckery! This is not the body she assigned the daughter.”

Poetry by Michael Borth

“In the coffee aromatics of teacher / And office. Of classroom and marijuana car. Stilted in / The energetic wasteling chant was torn from the magnet / To strum infinite mirror tunnels.”

Fiction by GRSTALT Comms

“The bag lies next to me in my bed. I’ve never slept so well. I see its smile in my dreams.”

Poetry by Michael Borth

“When all borders become one. Decisions of the / Barbiturate nocturnals. I remove the goldpowder / from the plate of cranium silver. To better evaluate / the heaving of the wind.”

Micro-fiction by Beth Sherman

“104) In the picture, she has a crooked smile. Her eyes shift to the left, away from you, toward something you can’t see.”

Poetry by L. Ward Abel

“I’m a tree frog latching there / onto a glass sky…”

Fiction by Tom Andes

“Channeling all his hatred and self-loathing, all his rage at the number of times the Heaney boys and their minions had whaled on him, Patrick had. He’d stabbed the poor dude because Declan Heaney had told him to.”

Poetry by Carla Sarett

“she steals a drugstore red lipstick / called Fire and Ice or Cherries in the Snow / runs down Broadway in red stilettos / dips into a sexy red Corvette…”

Flash Fiction by Rebecca Karas

“Someday I would join her, intertwined on the ocean floor.”

Poetry by E.M. Engelhardt

“The prophets / Have left the building.”

Micro-fiction by Eirene Gentle

“When Tino called in the sharks they were ready. They’d practiced so many times. The circle, the dip. Synchronized finning to the music of Bolero.”

Poetry by Joe Amato

“where ascent began / in this once rumored brothel, / my sophomore residence, / now budget hotel. / I held a fourth floor key, / but walked two flights…”

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 Rose Knapp

“All sense of self dissolves / Time moves very slowly / Bad trips can make / Paranoia intense…”

“The choices made, the combinations used, and the thump in my heart when I recognize it’s complete is the ‘art’ of my process. Oh, how I love that thump.”

Fiction by Elan Barnehama

“When we met, she was sitting barefoot on the rim of the fountain, hungry for everything.“

Poetry by Tempest Miller

The Greek god of wine and ecstasy is on the cross in the drawing room. / The Silenus is in fetters at Halcyon Gallery. / Photocopies of Nietzsche’s letters signed, / der Gekreuzigte / lay on the varnished table.”

Fiction by Peter Naughton

“She glanced over at her right hand and sure enough the finger was missing, though there had been no blood or pain to mark its departure.”

Micro-fiction by Mileva Anastasiadou

“…he’s water and I’m air, and the fire will devour us at the end, but in a plot twist we will someday devour the world, only we play innocent now…”

Poetry by Mark Young

“It doesn’t suddenly / fall into place… / Rather, small pieces, frag- / ments of a template, shaken / loose by the coughing fits / that wake you every / hour… / …Sort of like / the leftovers from / a bad acid trip…”