Picture this: you’re reading a novel, or a short story, or perhaps watching a movie or television show; you’re being entertained, you’re caught-up in the story, enjoying the heck out of everything, and then—
Read MoreThe Fuzzy Bunny Squad is Standing By….
Every circus has a story, and every story has its secrets. Those of us taxed with bearing the burden of such things do so with no sense of pleasure, only duty. We remember so that others, in time, may forget.
Read MoreNot My Circus, Not My Monkeys: The Elephant’s TaleWhen the souls of the suicides come tumbling out of the low, gray clouds, it’s given to us to collect them, catalog them, contain them, and load them onto the train. None of us know where the train goes—it’s the general consensus, to the extent that there is one, that it would serve no purpose for us to know, and anyway it’s not our job.
Read MoreIt Is Healing, It Is Never WholeEntry #070-698
I was born incomplete, unfinished.
My right leg ends in a stubby knee. The corresponding arm never developed past the shoulder.
Read MoreComing UndoneAn interview with our featured author.
Read MoreInterview with Mehitobel WilsonYou are in the kitchen. You are staring at the coffeepot, at your reflection in the glass carafe, much as you stared yesterday at the door of the microwave, and the dark night before when you fixated on the patio door.
Read MoreBriséWelcome to issue 75!
Read MoreWords from the Editor in ChiefAn interview with our cover artist.
Read MoreInterview with Carly SorgeWhen people learn you’re the editor of a short fiction magazine, they press you for all the lurid slush pile stories. They understand that the world overflows with twisted, confused individuals and that, as an editor, you have chosen to make your living with the creative output from that crowd. Due to ghastly curiosity, they have questions.
Read MoreFor Exposure: The Life and Times of a Small Press Publisher (Excerpt)