Chinooks blow misgivings for days. But with each warm lungful the possibility of re-greening is inhaled and felt. Change may not be in the cards for me, but for a few more hours, maybe a day or two, it will feel like a possibility, remote and slight, but nonetheless, a possibility.… More
Almost like it’s easy to understand
FLASH NONFICTION by Ed SageIt’s not always clear what a hole is for.… More
BRIAN TOWNSLEY
BULL Interview by Frank ReardonPoetry gets rid of the chaff. We’re taught to not linger on the unnecessary. To hone something until it is bone on bone. And that absolutely helps in fiction. Writing is about making choices—what to leave in, what to include that may not seem obvious, and what to take out (lots).… More
The Last Ride
FICTION by Kate SjostrandWithin three weeks, he’d gone from six steady hands to eleven. Eight men, three women. Tattoos. Scars. Nervous smiles. Hard eyes. All of them wanting something….He respected that. Wanting something was how you stayed alive.… More
Santa Blues
FLASH FICTION by Swetha AmitI don’t know how to describe to this little boy that I’m not Santa, I’m just a 30-year-old guy without a chimney or a roof. That I sometimes rest my head on a friend’s couch for a day or even a week if I’m lucky. That I got this stint because of my friend who works here as kitchen staff.… More
The Work-From-Home Husband Makes Espresso
FLASH FICTION by Wanying ZhangYou’re sick of another “deep dive,” or “brain dump,” or a hollow call to “think outside the box.” You tell yourself to “buy in” to the mission to be a “trusted financial partner,” to “meet customer needs,” to “contribute to community well-being.” But you can’t even lie to yourself.… More
David’s Staring
FLASH FICTION by Henry MarkowitzLooking away was a breath of fresh air. A breath like the first after drowning, or after a passionate strangling by a pair of cold and dormant hands. Hands they’d rather not recall.… More
I Still Like The Way it Hurts
CREATIVE NONFICTION by Meredith AristoneI think that a lot of what I am, what I’ve always been, is inherently dirty, so I indulge the sickest parts of myself all at once, thinking that I’ll get so nauseous and so done with being me that they will leave my system in one fell swoop.… More
they call you to pick up his things
FLASH NONFICTION by Merridawn DucklerI say we can burn some incense, scatter something on water, bang a drum, make an incantation, what in your opinion will be an act that is life affirming? You say I think there’s a Harley-Davidson dealership around here.… More
When Are You Coming Home to Me?
FLASH FICTION by Jeffrey HermannEveryone on my new planet grows from what resembles a cactus flower. They bud and sprout. They unfold and then they begin the business of being loved and loving back. They cry when I tell them about money.… More
Detritus Catalogue
FLASH FICTION by Kip KnottThe bookshelf, crowded with urns full of past cats’ ashes: Ajax, Echo, Luna, and Midnights 1 through 3. The Papillon in my lap licking my bloody knuckles. The hole I punched in the wall next to the TV after watching the evening news.… More
