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Tuesday, October 28, 2025

devil just passing through by Casey Renee Kiser

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My nightmare-man comes SO LOUD; he comes often, bores me and collects my wrist cuts- oh he cuts, he cuts, HE CUTS Promises me I’m in the bla...
Friday, October 24, 2025

Precipitation by Anthony Ward

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It was a rain swept afternoon, Where a sudden downpour creates a white noise, As if the programme you were engrossed in Has come to an abrup...
Tuesday, October 21, 2025

an upcoming dystopian winter by J.J. Campbell

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here comes the rain the hollow ache of an upcoming dystopian winter hope was slain on the side of the yellow brick road any fool could see i...
Friday, October 17, 2025

A Big Success by Wayne F. Burke

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The fortune teller’s tent was next to the tent that had a pickled 3-legged baby in a jar. The fortune teller was middle-aged and swarthy and...
Tuesday, October 14, 2025

Sanitation Rag by James Croal Jackson

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What wrings into drain never goes away. I scrub orange-brown walls, my fingernails scrunched with other people’s food. This memory collectin...
Friday, October 10, 2025

Jeanne: An Ode to Francois Truffaut's Jules and Jim (1962) by Michael Anthony Ingram

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I dreamed of my plan to see Jeanne.* We are below the cerulean sky, high above the indigo beaches of the Cote D'azur. She was in the pas...
Friday, October 3, 2025

Two by David Sydney

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“Harry, do you see two flies there?” “Where?” “In my oatmeal.” They were at the counter of AL'S DINER that Thursday morning for breakfas...