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Old Man and the Sea
by Vern Fein Our nation begins to attack fishing boats, supposed drug dealers, fentanyl. But these are fishermen, one old man and his sons blown up. Venezuela sues us for murder. Suppose, a long time ago, an old man was fishing from his skiff, angling for one last marlin one last big fish to validate his life, to give himself something to do as his time was waning. He caught a monster, talked to his fish, rued that he hooked the marlin. Sympathized—so much regret, regr
Vern Fein
2 hours ago
A Small Glass of Sherry
by Owen Townend Winter’s early dark and sudden chill often sets me in search of comfort. Familiar ground for better or worse. That December night brought me to the tired town of Feldon, one of four places I grew up in. For a little over a year in my mid-teens, Feldon was home and a happy one. I had friends who led me through its streets, just watching the comings and goings of everybody else. We always ended up at the car park of the local wine bar, Your Excellent Sherris. A
Catalina Bonati
1 day ago
Anthropophagy for the Urban Hipster, Or, What to Do With Your Hands at Pretentious Parties
by Elissa Hunter Rebecca can tell Mickey’s a douchebag from the moment he introduces himself. Not just because he goes by Mickey instead of Mike or Michael or even Mikey. He’s also wearing too much cologne and has an unfortunate soul patch that looks like a bunch of blond pubes glued to his chin. Normally, even in her most desperate of dry spells, Rebecca would have run as soon as she saw him coming. But here they are, at a holiday party in a too-small apartment in Brooklyn,
Elissa Hunter
Dec 22
Chimney Surprise
by Christopher Dabrowksi Something rattled and fell, raising a billowing cloud of black dust. I was sure it was a burglar, but... it's Christmas, maybe it's Santa Claus. However, it wasn't him, even though the characteristic colors, hat, and gift bag matched. It was a stunning woman instead—yes, a little soot-stained and coughing because she had inhaled it, but even without that, her beauty knocked me out. "Hey, I am Snowflake" she finally spoke up. "I'm a Santa substitute. H
Christopher T. Dabrowski
Dec 21
Things
by Roksolana Zharkova I will remember you Even after memory loss, Losing you like a sandal off my foot in very tall grass, like an earring from my left ear when I was little, like a panama hat from my head in a strong wind from the sea, like the letters of a language I didn't learn at school, like the streets of a city I've never been to, like the suitcase I happily carried, like an umbrella (I often lost umbrellas I left them on buses or at bus stops, on park benches, in the
Roksolana Zharkova
Dec 18
Heads or Tails
by Kersten Christianson Another summer road trip and she was off the island like a chickadee in flight. Winters were for clam digging by lantern, gathering, steaming, chowdering of bivalves; whereas summers were for pickle hunting, parachuting into one Saturday market, or another, searching for the best, magic dill pickles jarred by hand, proffered by cornichon connoisseurs. Saturday markets sparkle like a campfire. Iridescent bubbles drift on the warm winds, flutter around s
Lynn Peterson
Dec 17
Three Poems by Ibrar Sami
by Ibrar Sami Return The city is strewn with bodies, Just now, a few return alive. At the bus stand, a guest was supposed to arrive, Instead, a famished soul has brought the news. The stray dogs on the street, halted in their unadulterated mating rituals, stand frozen in their tracks. To uncover the truth behind the veil, with paralyzed consciences, every single scoundrel has lined up in waiting. Suddenly, a stranger, carrying a fiery blaze within his chest, stands at the cro
Ibrar Sami
Dec 15
Three Poems by Erica Swallow
by Erica Swallow Contented Cat Lady I don’t need to tell you That you make My mornings bright My afternoons light And my evenings just right. Tucked under my arm While I sip tea and read. On my desk, While I write. At my feet, While I sleep. You are the best companion. Without words, We know. Slow blinks, Low purrs. And just like you are the lioness of this manor, I am your tiger mom, Hunting canned fish and chicken goop sticks Like it's my god-given life purpose. And
Erica Swallow
Dec 14
Letter 26 Book Review
by Catalina Bonati 2.5/5 stars ★★⯪☆☆ Jacob Moon’s Letter 26 (2024) is a thriller that centers around Abby, a dietitian who is abducted by a serial killer who is focused on collecting corpses from women whose first letter of their jobs eventually make up the whole alphabet. Detectives Randall and Tan are on the trail of the elusive PK (Profession Killer) and must find Abby before her time runs out. The strength of this book lies in its truly disturbing ambiance and in the kill
Catalina Bonati
Dec 11
Two Poems by Doug Tanoury
by Doug Tanoury Hudson River Day Line I would walk to the river in the morning To watch the sunrise In the early days after I left her For no reason other than — I Could! And every personal choice I made Conferred some dignity on me. The sunlight on the blue water paved A golden path to each new day, And I listened to the soft respiration Of the river, the sleepy, quiet sounds On a summer morning That I alone heard. The Redness of the Morning Light It was an ocherous sunrise,
Doug Tanoury
Dec 10
Two Poems by Esther Sadoff
by Esther Sadoff Moving Past I am moving past demarcation. I am moving past dates. I keep trying to close containers, to close each door, the last page of a book, but the leaves won’t stop curling, won’t stop blackening. The bed of flowers collapses: bright bulbs, bigger than my fists—soft implosions. Sudden pillage I can’t ignore. In School I Learned To Knit I assigned it to muscle memory. I could knit the air the same way. I played piano on any silent surface, moving my fin
Esther Sadoff
Dec 9
Sloth
by Judy Klass Avery lay in bed with a sheet over his body. He watched the sheet rise and fall with his belly as he breathed. His belly was turning into a paunch: a hairy sack of guts. Some of the hairs around his belly button tickled against the sheet. His legs were hairy. There were tufts of hair on his toes. He stuck them out of the bottom of the sheet, so that he could admire them. His room was a wreck. There were unwashed plates he had not found the energy to carry back t
Judy Klass
Dec 8
Articles
Dreaming of Kalbarri
by Meredith Stephens “Wake up! If we don’t get going now it will be too hot!” urged my fiance Alex. I couldn’t understand why we had to leave for Kalbarri National Park at 5:30am in darkness. Was it really going to get that hot? We quickly arose and headed to the car for the long drive. By the time we arrived, the day was breaking and we were among the first tourists to arrive at the famed Nature’s Window. We made our way along the trail to the window where international tour
Meredith Stephens
Nov 2
Between Two Skies: An Egyptian Heart in Albany
by Walid Abdallah When I first arrived in Albany, New York, in the winter of 2014, I felt as if I had stepped into a painting. The air...
Walid Abdallah
Oct 13
A Little Bundle of Fur/ A Not So Little Bundle of Fur
by Charles Stott I go for a walk most afternoons, and this Saturday in June was no exception. I felt good so I thought that I would go...
Charles Stott
Sep 22
Reviews
The Cold Visitor Book Review
by Catalina Bonati 3.75/5 stars ★★★⯪☆ Jonathan Butcher’s The Cold Visitor (published October 4, 2025) is a haunted house and cosmic horror novel that centers on the marriage of Sally and Herbert, who have reached their twilight years and now live in the retirement village of Heaven’s Sent. Sally comes from an accursed family who every half a century must complete a gruesome ritual in order to keep a demonic cosmic monster at bay, and the time has now come for the ritual to be
Catalina Bonati
Nov 16
Willow Rose Book Review
by Catalina Bonati 3.25/ 5 stars ★★★☆☆ Willow Rose by M. Kevin Hayden (to be published October 28 2025) is a short novel of...
Catalina Bonati
Aug 26
Eminence Front Book Review
by Catalina Bonati 3.25/5 stars ★★★☆☆ Eminence Front by Rebecca Rowland (to be published January 20, 2026) is a psychological horror...
Catalina Bonati
Aug 25
Short Stories
A Small Glass of Sherry
by Owen Townend Winter’s early dark and sudden chill often sets me in search of comfort. Familiar ground for better or worse. That December night brought me to the tired town of Feldon, one of four places I grew up in. For a little over a year in my mid-teens, Feldon was home and a happy one. I had friends who led me through its streets, just watching the comings and goings of everybody else. We always ended up at the car park of the local wine bar, Your Excellent Sherris. A
Catalina Bonati
1 day ago
Anthropophagy for the Urban Hipster, Or, What to Do With Your Hands at Pretentious Parties
by Elissa Hunter Rebecca can tell Mickey’s a douchebag from the moment he introduces himself. Not just because he goes by Mickey instead of Mike or Michael or even Mikey. He’s also wearing too much cologne and has an unfortunate soul patch that looks like a bunch of blond pubes glued to his chin. Normally, even in her most desperate of dry spells, Rebecca would have run as soon as she saw him coming. But here they are, at a holiday party in a too-small apartment in Brooklyn,
Elissa Hunter
Dec 22
Chimney Surprise
by Christopher Dabrowksi Something rattled and fell, raising a billowing cloud of black dust. I was sure it was a burglar, but... it's Christmas, maybe it's Santa Claus. However, it wasn't him, even though the characteristic colors, hat, and gift bag matched. It was a stunning woman instead—yes, a little soot-stained and coughing because she had inhaled it, but even without that, her beauty knocked me out. "Hey, I am Snowflake" she finally spoke up. "I'm a Santa substitute. H
Christopher T. Dabrowski
Dec 21
Poetry
Things
by Roksolana Zharkova I will remember you Even after memory loss, Losing you like a sandal off my foot in very tall grass, like an earring from my left ear when I was little, like a panama hat from my head in a strong wind from the sea, like the letters of a language I didn't learn at school, like the streets of a city I've never been to, like the suitcase I happily carried, like an umbrella (I often lost umbrellas I left them on buses or at bus stops, on park benches, in the
Roksolana Zharkova
Dec 18
Heads or Tails
by Kersten Christianson Another summer road trip and she was off the island like a chickadee in flight. Winters were for clam digging by lantern, gathering, steaming, chowdering of bivalves; whereas summers were for pickle hunting, parachuting into one Saturday market, or another, searching for the best, magic dill pickles jarred by hand, proffered by cornichon connoisseurs. Saturday markets sparkle like a campfire. Iridescent bubbles drift on the warm winds, flutter around s
Lynn Peterson
Dec 17
Three Poems by Ibrar Sami
by Ibrar Sami Return The city is strewn with bodies, Just now, a few return alive. At the bus stand, a guest was supposed to arrive, Instead, a famished soul has brought the news. The stray dogs on the street, halted in their unadulterated mating rituals, stand frozen in their tracks. To uncover the truth behind the veil, with paralyzed consciences, every single scoundrel has lined up in waiting. Suddenly, a stranger, carrying a fiery blaze within his chest, stands at the cro
Ibrar Sami
Dec 15
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