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Water
by Sambhu Ramachandran Anu woke in a cold sweat. It took some time for her moist eyes to attune themselves to the semi-darkness of the room. She looked at the clock. It was half past nine, which meant that Alex had already left for his office in Panampilly Nagar. She could feel beads of sweat rolling down the frayed collar of her T-shirt into her armpits. She wondered why she had been having the same dream for the past three months. Was it time for her to consult a psychiatri
Sambhu Ramachandran
2 days ago
Monster Cookies
by Kristen Baum DeBeasi For Flossie winter’s day — you will not leave my mind all afternoon four years before, I keep your house, my weekend job: face cloths all folded the same direction for your gnarled hands upstairs, houseflies buzz their last, then fall silent in the closet, your shoes right heel inches higher than the left under the eaves, your teacher’s certificate sits yellowed in its frame in autumn, before I leave for college you set out lunch we talk and eat, you s
Catalina Bonati
3 days ago
Helpful Dog
by Christopher Dabrowski Human worked again, at a glowing rectangle—he called it a laptop. He looked tired, so Ozzy offered to help: - Get some rest, I'll pat the keyboard for you - he barked. Human stroked his head and moved away. The dog glanced at the device. - I won't even write a "woof, woof". Difficult stamps... However, he decided he wouldn't give up and enthusiastically pawed at random buttons. What is happening? The letters grew! Human came and went pale, reading: -
Christopher T. Dabrowski
4 days ago
Two Poems by Martha Clarkson
by Martha Clarkson The Last View Teenager, trying to fall asleep I worried my father would die driving home drunk, crash into the big oak along the speedy median and I’d be stuck with my mother. But when the time came at 94 it was just an undramatic fade huge oxygen tank heaving by the bed, my stepmother asleep on the living room pull-out. I paced the assisted-living halls wandered into in a game room where we’d once played bridge felt-covered card table the thrill of a six-h
Martha Clarkson
5 days ago
Ozzy's Lottery
by Frank Talaber All curled up in a ball, shivering and covered in wet sand. Mom called him Ozzy, after some old rock star who did insane things on stage like bite the heads off bats. “Shoulda called him Lotto,” Grandma said. “For a poor dog to find some rich folks to live with instead of wandering the beach, I’d say he won the lottery.” My grandparents said they had no use for a dog. As Mom begged, Ozzy huddled before the fireplace and smiled like he’d just found his home. “
Frank Talaber
6 days ago
Shards of a Lost Life
by Gary Beck I had trouble containing my excitement on the bus ride from my house to my new summer workplace, the Neighborhood Community Center. Just before my sophomore year in high school ended I saw an ad on a bulletin board for junior counselors at a day camp. I called, got an appointment for an interview, went, made a good impression and got the job. This was important to me for many reasons. The biggest was it got me away from the gang five days a week. In my early chil
Gary Beck
Nov 6
Incursion on Filet Mignon
by Bryan Franco After he cut off a charred edge of steak: before he bit the first bite, he impaled the steak with a steak knife, which stood at a perfect ninety-degree angle perpendicular to the steak. He imagined himself a Viking on a pillage. The steak was a sentry to a castle he breached. The knife was a sword that had last belonged to his great-uncle. He swiped the sliver of charred meat into au jus pooling in the plate then dipped it into mashed potatoes peppered with bl
Bryan Franco
Nov 5
Leaving Room
by Onyinyechi Anyalenkeya He began with the bedroom. She had smashed everything that could be smashed and shredded anything that could be shredded. He wasn’t particularly bothered, they were just things. He never had much property anyway. He had returned to the apartment exactly three weeks after the incident. He got a mop and a bucket of water from the bathroom (thankfully, these had been left out in her destruction-spree). There was no laundry soap so he added lemon-scent
Onyinyechi Anyalenkeya
Nov 4
How the Mouse Got Big Ears
by Sarah Reynolds Have you ever heard the story of how the mouse got his big ears? As all the animals were formed, some were made bigger and others smaller. As the years passed, the animals forgot why, and so did I. One of the smallest animals that I’ve seen living on a farm was Mouse. Now Mouse didn’t always have large ears. It all started one day, when Mouse was eating seeds in the barn. That’s when Horse stepped on his tail. Mouse yelped out, “eeeekkk, eeeeekkk.” Several m
Sarah Reynolds
Nov 3
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
Pagan
by Tom Lagasse Let’s just say there is a creator, a they/them who may/may not have a long white beard and be of European descent, a biblical grandfather who keeps tabulations in a giant notebook if they/them have not already upgraded to a tablet. This is a God in man's likeness because a woman chose to eat an apple. Wouldn’t they/them want us to celebrate the spirit of beings and things, this sentient world interconnected by breath? In doing so wouldn’t we hon
Tom Lagasse
Oct 30
Sugar Momma
by Stephen Siciliano Apricot blossom and Spicy Rose Mint champagne through Your heart It flows. Coffee smoke comes a whisperin’ up. Let me drink from that Lovin’ Cup. Been Skipping down a Peppermint Mile waitin’ on your Vanilla Smile. Keepin’ an eye on your Butterscotch Clock touchin’ my lips to a Candy Apple Rock. Darlin' let me taste some more of them flavors you keep in that Sensations Store That Hickory Whiskey over Black Cherry Ice Chocolate Raisins and Cinnamon Rice Str
Stephen Siciliano
Oct 29
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
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
The Midnight Muse Review
by Catalina Bonati 3/5 stars The Midnight Muse by Jo Kaplan (to be published March 10 2026) is a mushroom horror and body horror novel...
Catalina Bonati
Aug 13
Short Stories
Helpful Dog
by Christopher Dabrowski Human worked again, at a glowing rectangle—he called it a laptop. He looked tired, so Ozzy offered to help: - Get some rest, I'll pat the keyboard for you - he barked. Human stroked his head and moved away. The dog glanced at the device. - I won't even write a "woof, woof". Difficult stamps... However, he decided he wouldn't give up and enthusiastically pawed at random buttons. What is happening? The letters grew! Human came and went pale, reading: -
Christopher T. Dabrowski
4 days ago
Shards of a Lost Life
by Gary Beck I had trouble containing my excitement on the bus ride from my house to my new summer workplace, the Neighborhood Community Center. Just before my sophomore year in high school ended I saw an ad on a bulletin board for junior counselors at a day camp. I called, got an appointment for an interview, went, made a good impression and got the job. This was important to me for many reasons. The biggest was it got me away from the gang five days a week. In my early chil
Gary Beck
Nov 6
Leaving Room
by Onyinyechi Anyalenkeya He began with the bedroom. She had smashed everything that could be smashed and shredded anything that could be shredded. He wasn’t particularly bothered, they were just things. He never had much property anyway. He had returned to the apartment exactly three weeks after the incident. He got a mop and a bucket of water from the bathroom (thankfully, these had been left out in her destruction-spree). There was no laundry soap so he added lemon-scent
Onyinyechi Anyalenkeya
Nov 4
Poetry
Monster Cookies
by Kristen Baum DeBeasi For Flossie winter’s day — you will not leave my mind all afternoon four years before, I keep your house, my weekend job: face cloths all folded the same direction for your gnarled hands upstairs, houseflies buzz their last, then fall silent in the closet, your shoes right heel inches higher than the left under the eaves, your teacher’s certificate sits yellowed in its frame in autumn, before I leave for college you set out lunch we talk and eat, you s
Catalina Bonati
3 days ago
Two Poems by Martha Clarkson
by Martha Clarkson The Last View Teenager, trying to fall asleep I worried my father would die driving home drunk, crash into the big oak along the speedy median and I’d be stuck with my mother. But when the time came at 94 it was just an undramatic fade huge oxygen tank heaving by the bed, my stepmother asleep on the living room pull-out. I paced the assisted-living halls wandered into in a game room where we’d once played bridge felt-covered card table the thrill of a six-h
Martha Clarkson
5 days ago
Incursion on Filet Mignon
by Bryan Franco After he cut off a charred edge of steak: before he bit the first bite, he impaled the steak with a steak knife, which stood at a perfect ninety-degree angle perpendicular to the steak. He imagined himself a Viking on a pillage. The steak was a sentry to a castle he breached. The knife was a sword that had last belonged to his great-uncle. He swiped the sliver of charred meat into au jus pooling in the plate then dipped it into mashed potatoes peppered with bl
Bryan Franco
Nov 5
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