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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...

Serial Fiction
Bryan Higby and Ricky D. Snyder
Chapter Four Miles Schakowsky was punching the clock, about an hour and a half late, at The CarLowDen Animal Control Department when he heard the telephone ring in the front office. That asshole Bernie had probably skipped out...

Poetry
George Anderson
BLACK T-SHIRT . A young woman with multiple silver eye-brow studs . waits in line for a health shake. . She wears a black t-shirt with bold white writing and smiling, turns to face me: . YOU INSPIRE MY INNER SERIAL KILLER ...

Daniel Wade
Short Fiction
Visitors are to be warned about the island of Inish-Selskar. Lurking firm and unbeaten by the storms and rogue waves of the pitiless Atlantic seaboard, it is located twenty miles northwest of the Inishowen Peninsula in Donegal, its steep, overhanging sea-cliffs...

Poetry
Tohm Bakelas
So much ass flab and poorly implanted tits shaking in my direction shaking in my face I tell the whores to fuck off I tell them I’m not interested only one complies and wanders off she returns with wine for herself and a beer for me “I didn’t pay...