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Unwanted Visitors

Things that come up the gravel drive after dark.

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Poetry

A Thousand Ways by Kim Cope Tait

A Thousand Ways I didn’t know I could be satisfied with my palm flat on the back of a boy whose heartbeat was a whisper on my skin. I didn’t…

Kim Cope Tait · January 23, 2018
Poetry

Absolute Resolution Rarely Occurs by Josef Krebs

ution rarely occurs It’s usually the slow drip drip of perhaps The caution or uncertainty of hope without faith As the evolution avoids or maybe just doesn’t identify itself As…

Josef Krebs · January 23, 2018
Poetry

Acorns: An Invasion by Cordelia M. Hanemann

clatter of acorns peppers a machine-gun fire barrage across the bow of my deck, by day, by night, until I think enough –surely there are no more acorns left in…

Cordelia M. Hanemann · January 23, 2018
Fiction

Enderly, Come by Ruth Andrews

Enderly, Come ~The Church Secretary~ Her Indulgency ran from five in the morning to whenever Hank got up. It was her only opportunity to do what she wanted, and she…

Ruth Andrews · January 23, 2018
Fiction

I Am Not Lazy by Terry Sanville

I Am Not Lazy “Hey, Mom, where did you find that?” Jennifer pointed to a framed piece of embroidery hanging on the dining room wall. Kathleen stopped setting the table…

Terry Sanville · January 23, 2018
Fiction

Between the Trees by Gabriel Sage

and then abruptly lurched to a stop as if the driver tried shifting the gear into park before he put his foot completely on the brake. The door flung open…

Gabriel Sage · January 23, 2018
Fiction

Campfire Stories by Katie Strine

Campfire Stories I asked him to tell me ghost stories, haunted tales with so much falsity they became a novelty, continually passed from one friend to one fire to another…

Katie Strine · January 23, 2018
Poetry

Detasseling by M. N. Hanson

Detasseling My first summer in the corn, Greg Schneider crushed his leg in a combine at a farm down the road. When I couldn’t eat dinner that night, My mother…

M. N. Hanson · January 23, 2018
Poetry

Swarmers by Cassandra Rose Clarke

Swarmers We drift, snowflakes and stars, never melting, forever burning, the scent of flowers and fresh dirt propelling us along once-invisible veins of travel, now illuminated by the spring sun—ancient…

Cassandra Rose Clarke · January 23, 2018
Poetry

The Artist by R.J. Davey

The Artist He applies the first deft brushstroke To a blank canvas stretched upon an old easel At first careful, then carefree As something inside him is released A piece…

R.J. Davey · January 23, 2018
Fiction

Life by David Novak

Life “It don’t feel right, Warden. It just don’t feel right at all. Not one bit.” There was a stench in the air. A new stench, that is. A stench…

David Novak · January 23, 2018
Fiction

Who She Was Remains by Ken Leland

en, already knows the loss I feel, and knowing, she is hurt and a little angry with me. Still, we agree it’s been far too long since I traveled home.…

Ken Leland · January 23, 2018
Poetry

Midnight Shadows by Timothy Wilkinson

Midnight Shadows Tree-cast shadows upon the fence In moonlit darkness Twilight sent Bold and black they linger there On sun-bleached pine In sultry air But shades of that from which…

Timothy Wilkinson · January 23, 2018
Poetry

You Follow by Madeline Grove

You Follow Running through the woods down the sinister path, you follow. Your cold sneer, the reason for my nightmares. Your harsh touch, the reason for all of my pain.…

Madeline Grove · January 23, 2018
Fiction

A Siren in the Rain by M. C. Kaske

So, there I stood, alone on a suburban street corner not far from the empty soccer field. The early October evening was marked with the welcoming scent of autumn decay,…

M. C. Kaske · January 23, 2018
Micro- Flash Fiction

I’m Number 12 by Kristina V. Ramos

Flash Fiction! I’m Number 12 Suffocating. Not the it’s-too-hot-in-this-cashmere-sweater suffocating, but rather burning chest, blood in my mouth, and bulging eyes kind of suffocating. There could have been so many…

Kristina V. Ramos · January 23, 2018
Poetry

Spark by Jakob Chapman

Spark Daily warming—chopping kindling. Damper open. Build the wooden cabin higher, within the black, cast-iron stove. There is something primal in fire. Humans desire private red flames—to warm old hearts,…

Jakob Chapman · January 23, 2018
Poetry

Mama Goose by Heather Truett

Mama Goose We had four geese, and then two of the geese appeared with their own brood, yellow balls of fluffy feathers, downy and bright against the green grass. My…

Heather Truett · January 23, 2018
Fiction

Double Heaven by Jane McAdams

Double Heaven The dominoes were slick and black. They were professional gaming equipment, serviceable in color, their red and white spots aligned martially, in rows that suggested a deeper than…

Jane McAdams · January 23, 2018
Poetry

Shipwreck by David Pring-Mill

Shipwreck Wrecked and beached, I saw a sailboat in the same state. On a bed of jagged stones, it slept, surrounded by cellphone photographers, more concerned with novelty than the…

David Pring-Mill · January 23, 2018
Poetry

The Town by Katharine Benelli Coggeshall

The Town Have you ever noticed, small towns have a smell? A delicate welcoming scent that creeps into your soul. Impossible to manufacture by fat-cat reproductionists bottling sincerity sold on…

Katharine Benelli Coggeshall · January 23, 2018
Poetry

Abused by Suzanne Cottrell

Abused Battered by force Our trunks repeatedly hit Accidentally or Intentionally Scrapes, cuts, bruises, welts, fractures Lightning scars, hurtful words Weighed down by snow and ice Like guilt and poor…

Suzanne Cottrell · January 23, 2018
Poetry

The Past that Visits by Laurie George-Decker

e rain hates the sun, Like good hates evil, Like flesh hates thorns. You remind me of my mistakes, Show them to me with perfect vision. Yesterday, you didn’t speak…

Laurie George-Decker · January 23, 2018
Poetry

Ferris Wheel by Janet Butler

Ferris Wheel Carnival lights sparkle in a confetti of reds and greens and yellows, shooting stars about to lift and burst held in a magic stasis by the warm airs…

Janet Butler · January 23, 2018
Poetry

Once Lost, Now Found by Maria DePaul

rected By the side Of the road Were accompanied By a sign For a pastor Who had opened A new church On the edge of town. Formerly itinerant, He had…

Maria DePaul · January 23, 2018
Fiction

Silence of the Cats by Robert Allen Lupton

his parole officer as soon as he stepped off the bus from prison. He committed a burglary less than an hour after he registered at the halfway house where he’d…

Robert Allen Lupton · January 23, 2018
Micro- Flash Fiction

The Warlocks by Gordon Brown

Flash Fiction! The Warlocks The corn had been mowed down, leaving behind fields of sharp brown stubble, stretching out under the grey sky until it hit the tree line. Every…

Gordon Brown · January 23, 2018
Poetry

Susie Q in Puppy Love by Marta Ferguson

eyes and think he’s never really bonded with anybody either. And he needs that. He’s mostly lab, some border collie: Rosencrantz. In the system since puppyhood and never had the…

Marta Ferguson · January 23, 2018
Fiction

Promises to Keep by Chanacee Ruth-Killgore

Promises to Keep I stood out on the patio in the crisp morning air and whistled for my dogs, Harlow and Hunter. The trees whistled back, a mocking of my…

Chanacee Ruth-Killgore · January 22, 2018
Fiction

Bury ‘Em Deep by Tiffany Michelle Brown

Bury ‘Em Deep Fire-colored leaves crackle beneath my steel-toes as I follow Charlie to the back of his pickup. A gust of wind blows up the corner of the blue…

Tiffany Michelle Brown · January 22, 2018
Fiction

Daytona by LaRue Cook

Daytona Sam stood on the concrete porch of his ex-wife’s trailer in Inwood Indiana, doing his best to fill the doorway. “Your daddy’s here,” Helen screamed into the dim light.…

LaRue Cook · January 22, 2018
Fiction

The GPS of Horror by Anita G. Gorman

The GPS of Horror Miranda stopped in front of the resale shop and looked in the window. So much debris, so much junk, so much stuff that people didn’t want…

Anita G. Gorman · January 22, 2018
Micro- Flash Fiction

Touch-Me-Nots by Guy Biederman

Flash Fiction! Touch-Me-Nots I knock on Sandra’s front door and notice the peephole at eye level. It’s been two years. I wonder if she still has that black-haired pug. I…

Guy Biederman · January 22, 2018
Poetry

The Perfect Roommate by Guy Biederman

to your ad in the Inwood Gazette for a roommate. I don’t smoke, watch football, or leave the toilet seat raised. I pay my rent two months in advance, always…

Guy Biederman · January 22, 2018
Fiction

Helen Got the Day Shift by John Wolf

the north entrance of town says: MARMONT, FROM OURS TO YOURS! The lake underneath the bubble letters looks like Marmont, the family playing on the beach doesn’t look like anyone…

John Wolf · January 22, 2018
Fiction

The Ride Home by Thomas Cannon

The Ride Home Cleo stepped out of the town hall meeting. All of his buddies were inside giving their testimony. Not that it was anything more than standing up and…

Thomas Cannon · January 22, 2018
Poetry

Three Beers Past Midnight by Alan Meyrowitz

ent diatribe and final condemnation— dignity’s death So, he said of love decayed and more recounted, unlikely tales of burden even for a drunkard grieving and yet my glass reminded…

Alan Meyrowitz · January 22, 2018
Fiction

The Little Girl Who is Really a Giraffe by Susan Woodring

ster died for the first time—cause unknown—my mother invited my great aunt Freda to come and live with us. Her flight from Houston was delayed, so she just met us…

Susan Woodring · January 22, 2018
Poetry

The Name Cascade by Edward Ahern

The Name Cascade The same names percolate through a family like a roof leak. And except for the Juniors and Seniors, no outsiders notice. My mother’s father was Edward Willman…

Edward Ahern · January 22, 2018
Poetry

Exhumations at the Burying Point by Christopher Greer

ving Work to resurrect The decaying ones Again. Jaws, mattocks, heavy Hands ripping, tearing In the earth. Plumes Of breath betray the breathing. Upturned roots and dregs, souls Spun up,…

Christopher Greer · January 22, 2018
Poetry

Sunday Driving by Thomas Locicero

Sunday Driving for my sister, Vicki I was rarely home but home when the news came, Awakened five minutes before the phone rang, Dressing as if my lover’s lover approached.…

Thomas Locicero · January 22, 2018
Poetry

Courage by Mary Pacifico Curtis

Courage This world holds both poison and medicine – two leaves that look the same – the shiny one makes quinine and the other kills. Our guide picks up two…

Mary Pacifico Curtis · January 22, 2018
Poetry

The Old Train by Joseph J. Kozma

The Old Train The train took off With the squeaks of 100% superheated rust. Then it jerked as if in the delivery room following the sounds of push. The caboose…

Joseph J. Kozma · January 22, 2018
Poetry

Nez Perce Creek by Cynthia Hilts

Nez Perce Creek Three great blue herons Share a patch of clover by the stream Four circling ospreys Childish peeps and fleet shadows Seventeen burning sienna dragonflies Mate, divebomb, clatter…

Cynthia Hilts · January 22, 2018
Micro- Flash Fiction

The Ransom by Bruce Levine

Flash Fiction! The Ransom It was only a matter of minutes. We had a short break, so I laid it across a couple of chairs while I went to the…

Bruce Levine · January 12, 2018
Fiction

The Costa Rican Dagger by Clark Zlotchew

write this report—some will no doubt call it a confession—as I sit in this cell awaiting my fate. I put this on paper so that people—including my wife—will understand my…

Clark Zlotchew · January 8, 2018