Author: Director

Short Fiction
Jacob Ian DeCoursey
By the fifteenth month, the whole damn state had grown so thirsty the ground seemed to drink the sap of its own trees. Those of us who remember admit to speaking of rain the way some Christians speak of the...

Poetry
Brian Rihlmann
He saw me at the grocery store, and asked if I was the guy who used to bartend there Twenty years ago, and I froze, then lied, and turned away. . But he knew it was me. And I’d recognized him too. . For the last week, I’ve been wondering why. . I don’t...

Poetry
R.M. Engelhardt
The Absolute . The Infinite . The Unending Moment . The Essence Of Non- Being . The Void . A gratuitous Nothing...

Short Fiction
Gary Grace
So Five Card is my favourite game to play. This is mainly because I don’t have the patience for hold’em. There’s too much waffling and waiting. The flop, the turn and the river makes me want to drown in one. That...

Poetry
Alisa Velaj
THE CHILD, THE CROWD AND THE PEACOCK . Etude 1 . On the Carnival Day, People walk through the city In the company of a Peacock. . Beings of various kinds, Their minds blissful, Their faces cheerful With Peacock Colours. . Etude 2 . Stepping on the Peacock Tail, The Child becomes a little...