Soupçon and the Pitbull
Soupçon Morningstar, the local human resources employee, was attacked by a Pitbull. The Pitbull’s name – appropriately enough …
Flash Fiction
DUMBO Press: Tell us about your latest release, The Idiot’s Garden!Kyle E. Miller: The earliest appearance of TIG in …
Interview
She always imagined herself as the beam holding up her family’s sky. But now she sits curled up …
Flash Fiction
(For Renee Nicole Good, murdered on Jan. 7, 2026) Fuckin' bitch Had some nerve Fuckin' bitch Pissed me off Fuckin' bitch Thought she was better than me Fuckin' …
Poetry

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an act of kindness
i hunger for the moment of entry for expansion yielding all pretense all carefully constructed indifference to a muted question of permission may? i?
Poetry
Do I Dare to Eat a Peach?: An excerpt from the novel Petra
Janice learned early in her journalism career–when she still had a career, or access to that grand ladder of …
Short Story
subjugation, not safe
subjugation wait, i can explain -- i used to be feral, chewing raw meat with sugary teeth, sucking on a carcass during sleepless nights, trying to fend off boars and …
Poetry
Caroline
Leonard and I had laughed hard first, then with trepidation, when Caroline, at five years old and in …
Short Story
The Hibernating Homunculus
My mind is blurry when I write. What is writing, where does it go, I do not know.
Essay
Sunny, Confused, Ice Cream
Sunny And now the sun appears – an arrogant schoolboy staring through my window – What am I doing? Just looking.
Poetry
Last Night
Now, with your temporary elopement drawing to an end, every minute spent together was, for both of you, “worth …
Short Story
Nostalgia, Overland
Nostalgia Tidal rapids. The current was too strong.
Poetry
Ye Brazen Beasts
1793The hickories and black gums done been naked a piece, and Christmas come and went two months past. …
Short Story
The Father Who Tried his Hardest
There once was a father who tried his hardest to achieve his goal of teaching his son to …
Flash Fiction
Frank and Mattie
Just below the fine white linen tablecloth, on his lap where only she could see it, he held …
Short Story
Does the revolution start in our rooms?
When I was 14, I was first made aware of what happened to the women who were protesting …
Essay
Walking the Gulf Stream
I like to walk fast and imagine minutes falling away on the other side of whatever journey is unfolding. …
Flash Fiction
Childhood
I lived in a town where starving girls weaved Paper chains from heartstrings and gum wrappers, Staving off reality with cheap spirits coaxed from older lovers I lived …
Poetry
The Summer I Stopped Eating
Peeling oranges with our eyes closed, on a rooftop lidded with stars Moon scrapes away a crescent of the sky and we cut away pounds of Our flesh …
Poetry
Party
Ketamine kisses douse a blazing girl with the sick tang of gasoline, heartthrob, dementia She droops, star splayed and eager in her drowsiness, sped by the rhyme …
Poetry
Other; In Her Tavern; Rubble
Other Faces shift in my dreams from us to them and back. They are with me, free in that place: my people, cast out as Other from this …
Poetry
Smarties
Candy wrappers slathered onto wooden tables and chip bags’ potent smells wafted through the air and around the …
Flash Fiction
Blind Man In The Snow
Blind Man in the Snow I was troubled about something, I can't remember what. It might have …
Flash Fiction
It Will Come Back, Distant Music, Transient Stroke, Basic Math
It Will Come Back we say (fingers crossed, knock on wood, salt over shoulder) because it always has, because we don’t know what we’ll do if it doesn’t. Spring, …
Poetry
Connection
On the rare occasion when I dine with friends, I find that not only I, but also Lan, …
Flash Fiction
Meal Time
Meal Time Each morning, I boil the ocean to make my tea. I season my eggs with just sea and I eat it with a side of …
Poetry
Terms and Conditions
Must be sixteen or older and show valid identificationI don’t personally have a problem with younger boys, but rules …
Short Story
Testimony to Sense
I. The air adorned with notes of milk.
Poetry
Cosmic Joke, Key
Cosmic Joke I’m dying. screamed out into windowless night before being coaxed back to a confused bed.
Poetry