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  • Fiction: Spillage by Izzy Burns

    Fiction: Spillage by Izzy Burns

    SPILLAGE by Izzy Burns (Trigger warning- eating disorders, mental health, depression, body image issues.) She faded away so slowly that it took a long time

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  • The Suicide Bombers

    The Suicide Bombers

    by Steve Merryman When the Suicide Bombers moved to town, there were concerns by neighbors and community leaders. There were also some protests. The
  • The Silent Goddess

    The Silent Goddess

    The Silent Goddess By Audrey Howitt she burns her face in black bark, etching new stories on old parchment, traces birth death in the
  • The Place

    The Place

    by Terry Durbin. The Place looks just like I remember, a wide, low, cement block building squatting like a sick white toad between two
  • The Queen of St. Louis by Terry Durbin

    The Queen of St. Louis by Terry Durbin

    The Queen of St. Louis by Terry Durbin The Bump really fucked things up for most people, but not so much for me, and apparently,
  • The Beast 

    The Beast 

    by Kyle Richardson Three in the morning. Some lab tech was on the phone, blabbing about mitosis, or meiosis—honestly, Rilene could not have cared less.
  • The Smell of Burning Bling

    The Smell of Burning Bling

    By  Tim L. Murphy The Smell of Burning Bling      after Ocean, Thirty-Six, by Sue Goyette  We went to the old blind man who
  • What The Truck?

    What The Truck?

    By Fred Weller What The Truck?   “The new Bevey Trucks are the most dependable trucks on the market, winning BS Power awards for
  • Poetry: The Giggle

    Poetry: The Giggle

    by Harry Hyman The Giggle In the misty, murky mire of a mangled, marshy mud rose a Moon betwixt the shadows ‘neath a starry
  • Buddy Bear

    Buddy Bear

    by L. G. Cullens With every awakening come nigh on first light, I sense the breath of a canine presence quite near. An intent
  • In Dreams Do Nightmares Come

    In Dreams Do Nightmares Come

    One morning I woke up to find I was dead all alone in my home still and stiff in my bed. How curious to

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