Month: October 2018

Gerald Fleming ~ Five Prose Poems

The Bastard and the Bishop Most of the city is underground—that’s how cold it is here, great galleries, complex, reinforced earthen walls, apartments [...]

Lucinda Kempe ~ Happy at Last

We shared DNA on a vegetable pork roll in the Metropolitan museum cafe. I washed it down with two Prelief. He inquired what was up with the pills. I didn’t [...]

Glen Pourciau ~ Sofa

Tired from shopping at the mall, my purse getting heavy, I took a rest on a new sofa near the up escalator.  A woman engaged with her smartphone sat at the [...]

Susan Nordmark ~ Two Flash Fictions

Half Whole His first Volkswagen was very beachy, its paint job faded blue almost to white, the interior stripped to bones. We had sex in the middle of the [...]