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I Have No Mouth, and I Must Scream

Harlan Ellison

Limp, the body of Gorrister hung from the pink palette; unsupported—hanging high above us in the computer chamber; and it did not shiver in the chill, oily breeze that blew eternally through the main cavern. The body hung ...

Enthrall & Squalor: Photographing Downtown 1977-1987

John Weed

“Walking home at night was taking your life in your own hands.” Or so said one of the subjects of the documentary Blank City, about life in the East Village in the late seventies and early to mid-eighties. (By 1990, your...

Photographs

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...

If the threat is a symbol

Christine Gardiner

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...