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Emma Rasmussen – Expensive Sex

Expensive Sex Sex costs. First, there are the drinks. You don’t know him too well. Actually, you’re still not sure you like him, but you’d like something. You keep hoping to feel happy. Like you’d planned. Another red might help. Then there’s the taxi. ‘We can split it,’ you say, still not knowing whether it’s […]

David Bracke – The Last Can

The Last Can The man parted the bushes and limped out onto the road. A chunky wind of dirt and sand blew across his face, mixing with the faint plume of his breath.  He pulled his scarf up over his mouth and nose and adjusted his goggles.  He looked both ways; the desolation seemed to […]

Dan Morey – Little Skulls

Little Skulls Eight old men are dying behind a curtain in Brendan’s hospital ward.  What they’re dying of I can’t say.  But they’re dying.  You can smell it.  Sometimes I go over and talk to them, but they never say anything back.  I go anyway, because I can’t just sit here and stare at Brendan all day.  It’s too […]

Heather M. Browne – Her War Ghosts

Her War Ghosts The ghosts she did not know  Tinged her days, sepia shaded longing Sadness touching upon celebrations  Cooling the edges, chilling  her laughter The ghosts she did not know   Painted her moments, washing her walls  Their shadowy silhouettes hanging  Among family portraits  Photos of before or now lined the walls, never then  She looked […]

Ashley Shaw – Cannibalized Romance

Cannibalized Romance i seek shelter from the bomb of your bloated tongue your sneer, an angry gash frigid words blur your lips land like fists on mine inkblot bruises stain my neck i shed my dress trembling red rose petals limbs and skin and desperation clinging until we are spent i inhale the nicotine from […]

Thom Mahoney – A Four-Letter Word

A Four-Letter Word When Hillary left, Jenn ran through the living room to the window seat where they had read together while rubbing each other’s feet, where they’d sipped tea and dreamed of tomorrows and all the glorious days after that. She kneeled on the brocade cushion and watched as Hillary bounced down the steps […]

Bryce Taylor – What Henry Middleton Had Meant To Do Before Dying

What Henry Middleton Had Meant To Do Before Dying He had meant to visit Rome, to feed pigeons with fresh Italian bread in the warm shadow of St. Peter’s. Over breakfast he would have swapped stories with fellow pilgrims: a young Parisian filmmaker, perhaps; a one-armed sculptor from the Bahamas; a Canadian bureaucrat who enjoyed […]

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