• Who is it who is burning am I [Don Becker] {Poetry}
  Who is it who is burning am I as if I my head was on fire a Roman candle I blaze and burn


• Homecoming [Michael P. McManus] {Microfiction}
  He did not think of a trout stream and fish its whole length, but he wondered if God was responsible for the Big Bang or if the Big Bang was responsible for God.


• The Coup [Peter Schoenau] {Microfiction}
  During the investigation, the long arm of the Interior Ministry would at some point find out that his Peruvian passport was false.


• Fallen [Lee Ann McKain] {Poetry}
  What crime is no crime when the clock strikes death


• Swami and the Mad Painter [Sasha] {Microfiction}
  There was a time when street urchins foretold futures for royals and bards sold their souls for infamy...

• Beware the Wolves: A Soviet WWII Story [Victor Moss]
  Hitler called his invasion Operation Barbarosa; the Soviets called it a nightmare. On June 22, 1941, at exactly 4:00 a.m., Hitler broke his non-aggression pact with Stalin, and Germany, unexpectedly, invaded...Chapter 1: An excerpt from the novel


• Jules Versus Breezy [Andrew Fox]
  This is the only short story I've written that features Jules Duchon, my vampire character from Fat White Vampire Blues. I wrote it in 1998 as a 60th birthday gift for my friend Bob Borsodi.


• Blues for Lona [Bill Cramb]
  The night I talked to Koko Taylor after a gig.


• A Hurdle for Dunces [Nathan Leslie]
  Excerpt from 'Believers'-- I saw them get into thousands of arguments, sometimes over the stupidest shit you can imagine?what kind of horse is the fastest, what is the best drink to go with oysters, who was better Julius Irving or Larry Bird


• Je T?Aime [Bridgett Gayle]
  Don?t get me wrong. I?m perfectly comfortable with myself. I tell myself that every morning while looking into my bathroom mirror. ?Michelle, you?re a good person.

• The Immigrant [Jack Galmitz]
  It was not a very welcoming sky for the Fourth of July. It was dull and dank and it looked like it would stay that way throughout the night.


• Bitter Spring [Joel Eis]
  He stood for a moment framed between the cars watching his small nearly catatonic town move passed his gaze in seeming slow motion as if he ?alone- was fully standing still.


• A Connecticut Summer [Gary Beck]
  I first met Steve when we were seven years old at the Wessex Country Club. It was an outpost of the eastern tennis establishment's snob circuit.


• Time To Kill [Michael Woods]
  He had just returned from Phuket having spent ten incident-free days there and resolved to make amends by exposing himself to some excitement if he could find it in Bangkok


• Crossings [Joel Eis]
  Bridges over moving water raised up another sensation in her, but connected, like family. She found that she needed something from the force of the water below.

• Poetry [Mathieu Thiem]

  vanishing before you arrive
  a sickly taste in my mouth
  washing away what was once sweet.



• Four Poems [David McLean]
  where hearts had piled words on meaning, semantics staggering under the weight of days (where the junk in our veins was death)


• Four Poems by Michael Constantine McConnell [Michael Constantine McConnell]
  A moon in the window mutes our pendulum. I watch light sculpt delicious silhouettes:


• THE SPRING GRIEVERS OF BELLA VISTA [Bryon D. Howell]
  They call it - assisted living.


• Inside [Ethersmith]
  Booze and lies and nitrous oxide rides through the night in search again for something better than fucking televisional lies.

• In Memory of Gods and Heroes-- Part 3 - Chapter 1 [Esteban Martinez]
  I left the shooting range late. I saw a bloody moon, looked almost, really, like it was bleeding, like someone shoved an ice pick in it. The air smelled like hay and cow shit, which makes sense given the location of the range.

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