• Brian Builta ~ Five Poems

    My Best Friend

    Yes, I have a drink­ing problem
    and a mar­malade fix­a­tion, light
    dif­fuse and warm com­forts me
    whether through whiskey or oranges
    or orang­utans. I lurch and heave,
    weep and wipe my eyes and blow
    my nose and sigh to –more

  • Michael Grant Smith ~ Space Junk

    An ultra­light air­craft over­shoots the run­way and incin­er­ates my aza­leas. The pilot (a per­son I didn’t know) and my can­dy-col­ored flow­ers per­ish sim­i­lar­ly. Flames glow like movie the­ater “Coming Attractions” pro­ject­ed –more

  • Julian George ~ This is a pipe

    Maigret smiled around his pipe. — Simenon

    A great many men
    Many of them great
    In word and deed, in flesh and fantasy
    Were pipe smokers;
    These men
    Favoured the noble pipe to the shab­by gasper
    A trusty Briarwood to –more

  • Al Ortolani ~ Four Poems

    Losing a Ring

    My father blamed him­self. My moth­er said
    he should have lis­tened. Who gives
    a four-year-old a gold ring?
                          And that’s how
    it was left, like a tree –more

  • Andrew Plattner ~ Schuylkill

    She spot­ted Alvin seat­ed in a pew in the 30th Street Station, dressed in a wool coat too warm for September. He seemed to be focus­ing on the dig­i­tal board that held depar­ture infor­ma­tion. She’d thought of vis­it­ing –more

  • Glen Pourciau ~ Two Short Pieces

    Buttonhole

    I was at the col­lege for an author talk on a nov­el based on local his­to­ry. A few dozen peo­ple attend­ed and most of us head­ed after­ward to a refresh­ment table loaded with desserts pre­pared by stu­dents in the –more

  • NWWQ ~ JULY 2022

  • Abby Frucht ~ Take Six

    Even after a day being parked at the trail­head, she has yet to dis­cov­er the name of the trail, this stretch of boot prints in mud from which wet­lands spew, the lake to one side and to the oth­er some tur­tles sun­ning in muck, –more

  • David Moolten ~ Five Poems

    VOYEUR

    My father sat a while under elms and moon
    before dri­ving off like the day we played
    tug of war with him and his suit­case on the porch.
    Hindsight is like long­ing through glass,
    every­thing clear but out of reach, hard­ly tit­il­lat­ing
    –more

  • Sean S. Bentley ~ Three Poems

    Girasoli

    The Battle of Anghiari (1505) … often referred to as ‘The Lost Leonardo,’ …believe[d] to be hid­den beneath one of the lat­er [Vasari] fres­coes … in the Palazzo Vecchio, Florence. … a scene of a vio­lent –more

  • Pavle Radonic ~ Four Short Pieces

    1. Pearly White

    Bu M. was a fair way out­ta the usu­al pro­file. But this was Indonesia of course. The first morn­ing she rocked up 20 mins. late on the back of a motor­cy­cle, explain­ing lat­er she was delayed hav­ing brekkie with her hub­bie. –more

  • J. W. Goll ~ Three Pieces

    Poultry Mystery

    Within a few weeks of his return from Viet Nam, Butchie’s old­er broth­er gets a job as a heavy equip­ment oper­a­tor and a girl­friend, in that order. Jack enlist­ed to avoid an assault con­vic­tion and says this is more luck than he’s had in his life. –more

  • Keith J. Powell ~ Head Over Heels

  • Michael Rogner ~ Three Poems

    Not in Redwood Country

    this is sycamore country
    cot­ton­wood country
    the coun­try of waxwing bands trilling in privets
    the coun­try of parks with bag dispensers
    to pick up shit next to tents and herds of goats and a mech­a­nized army
    of bench­es hon­or­ing –more

  • Steve Gergley ~ One Man Band

    I was angry and sad and sick of my shit­ty life that was noth­ing but sleep and YouTube and work­ing the overnight shift in a refrig­er­at­ed ware­house, so I formed a one man noise met­al band and built a stu­dio in the base­ment of my house. Using my vast –more

  • Bruce McDougall ~ The Master Painter

    Just before noon she hears Raymond, the painter, call­ing from the bed­room. Come here, please, mis­sus, he says.

    She finds him stand­ing on a lad­der in the mid­dle of the room. He has spread tar­pau­lins over the floor and moved the bed and oth­er fur­ni­ture –more

  • Pavle Radonic ~ Wife No. 2

    Albadaroh.

    What do her friends call her? Alba?

    — Alba can. Daroh can. Up to them.

    More than ser­vice­able English unex­pect­ed, learnt from her hus­band. Not a busi­ness type; psy­chol­o­gy major, Malaysian with PR. His sec­ond wife. –more

  • Donald A. Ranard ~ Two Flash Fictions

    5/25/22

    Johnny Depp denies he ever threw Kate Moss down the stairs or hit her par­ents give DNA swabs to help iden­ti­fy chil­dren shot by Texas gun­man Khloe Kardashian offend­ed by rumors she had 12 face trans­plants I’ve had only –more

  • Julie Benesh ~ As Told To

    Occupation: self-care and waste man­age­ment. No
    des­tiny to ful­fill. Produce noth­ing but feces and fur.
    Work from home naked. Have a live-in with thumbs
    who hunts, grooms, sleeps with me, though she keeps
    strange hours and has –more

  • Josh Russell ~ Two Essays from Commonplaces

    For Robert F. Simon

    When I pay $7.99 to down­load a 1966 driver’s ed scare film I was shown in the sum­mer of 1984—The Third Killer, pro­duced by the Ohio State Highway Patrol and some­how star­ring Robert F. Simon, a char­ac­ter actor who played Willie Loman on –more