Tom Wolfe – Requiem for a Writer
Vincent Zangrillo
Tom Wolfe liked to match. When I saw him on the cross trainer at the gym in Southampton, pumping away, vigorously chewing a chiclet, his head bent over his Ichabod Crane frame, tall but exceedingly lank, his blonde bob part...
KISS KISS: Very Short Stories – review
Thaddeus Rutkowski
KISS KISS: Very Short Stories
by Paul Beckman
Truth Serum Press, Adelaide, Australia
Review by Thaddeus Rutkowski
Paul Beckman’s new collection of flash fiction, Kiss Kiss, is characterized by multiple uses of ...
False Ceremony
Hal Sirowitz
False Ceremony
On the morning of my Bar Mitzvah –
the Jewish ceremony when a thirteen
year old boy becomes a man –
I jumped out of bed, ran
into the bathroom, and locked
the door. I lowered my pajama bot...
FOCUS
Joel Allegretti
FOCUS
Kevin Spacey is disgraced!
I hadn’t heard of Anthony Rapp,
and my last Kevin movie was Beyond the Sea,
from the fourth year of Bush II’s first term.
In the 365 days of 2017,
346 mass shootings gave the na...
Transubstantiation
Bonny Finberg
Transubstantiation
Cut from olive wood,
the straining
nails
of
hands
to
cross,
the body arched in holy
agony is ecstasy
and so, the other way around.
Once a year at Sacré Coeur,
the Bo...
Prismed Autumn (an Imitation)
Robert C. Hardin
Prismed Autumn (an Imitation)
You who denigrate the Fall as nature’s end:
Have you beheld the brilliance of its dying?
It is not cloaked in mourning,
weighted by some sable hood,
but nakedly chromatic, varie...
BECAUSE
Yuko Otomo
BECAUSE
I. Because
I love to say, “I love flowers because they are beautiful.” It sounds too simple, naïve & almost silly to express my fee...
The Rabbit and the Rat
Jokie X Wilson
The Rabbit and the Rat
The stones are worn
Although not quickly
Insanity led the ocean to fall
And rise again in revenge
But with a peaceful motive at hand
All went well for a short time
Until the human control fell...
The Winnowing
Michael Lindgren
The Winnowing
is nigh. I heard the voices calling
in the night
I sensed the stream of ones &
zeros flickering soundlessly. The
keening word has been given handed
down from on high
How many, out of
how...
Hairline Fractures
Peter Marra
Hairline Fractures
Pale colors
She lay awake afraid to move
Shocked by her own murder lusts
A long silver needle slowly had been
inserted in her mind
the ecstatic corporate scientists were
Injecting multiple obje...
SCANNING FOR MONKS
Marc Olmsted
SCANNING FOR MONKS
Ambitition - my
breaker of worlds =
disappointment's king & chief
ally of wake=up!
Sipping bad coffee
scanning for monks
there's a lot I won't
do now
for your
rottentooth
deals
-...
Any Other Street
Francine Witte
Any Other Street
would be made of asphalt, black pitch
pillowing in the August heat. But this street
is woven with bones and ash and anything else
leftover when a dream dies. It’s the kind
of street you try to av...
Die Harder Inside
Jane Ormerod
Die Harder Inside
A hand. Wheels. Silver nodding, coffee, the inward flight. Trust Los Angeles. Collect and die. The baggage of toe fist and bear co-and-op-and-corp-oration. Frosty riding. (Live to thirty then flee when...
The Wrong Day
Vincent Katz
The Wrong Day
it was so beautiful today, the most perfect of ones lighted on bricks and the last
walkings toward figures one had seen all summer and would see again
and my parents arrived last night after being dela...
