Sarah White & Yvette Louisell: An Interview
SW: Yvette, you write both poetry and prose. Are there things you feel best able to say in a poem and others that feel more suitable for a prose… More
Zargana: Oblivion
OblivionAt night the moonbeams snap.The stars are suffocated.That maligned, unhappy barn owlscreeches out its grief.The old train on the trackshurtles to its destructionwheezing out its last breath. And I? I… More
A Family’s Ties
*This story is dedicated to Mrs. Vera Prather. Without her loving support this story may never have been told.My parents had a secret. And as secrets go, they shared… More
Days of Our Lives
Military Contractors and financial companies led shares higher yesterday . . .As bombs beat blood out of Palestinian RefugeesIn response to the latest suicide blood oathIn the name of… More
Confessions of a Jack-Off Artist
Confessions of a Jack-Off Artist2007 First Place FictionI had to get a feel for it at first. To others it’s second nature: some used to have a freaky old… More
Suffer the Little Children
On a night when it's actually quiet enough to hear my own thoughts, after the lights have gone dim, my eyes burn red from reading one too many pages.… More
Hero of the Quotidian
It was in the golden, grasshopper-drenched spring of my eighth year that I first purposed to become a police officer, when I watched the grim-faced deputies arrest and carry… More
The Last Run (An Excerpt)
Louis Gentry stood outside Kings County Hospital. His new shoes killing him. A forty-five year old ex-con with a limp in his left leg—a nerve severed by a shiv… More
The Glove Compartment
For everyone in else in my family, the realization came gradually: a gesture here, a phrase there eventually added up to what they had seen all along but had… More
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