The lights flicker and I fall to the ground in the tolling darkness.
Fiction: Everybody Plays the Fool
Fiction: In the Weeds
They’re not meant to last very long, these votives, these penny candles.
Flash Fiction: Hallelujah
The sky on one side stayed bright as day, but along the other it was dark and purpling like a bad bruise. The trees were caught up in the glow, but their leaves were all turned upside down, stark and white against the dark sky. The weather was coming, it was coming fast.
Pia De Girolamo: poems and paintings
Roma Trilogy: a poem and paintings from Pia De Girolamo
Fiction: Moving Day
The sixth trip up the stairs I see them. Sometimes you can go the whole day without seeing anyone, and I thought it was going to be like that. Little did I know.
Featured Poet: Amy Thatcher
Two poems from Amy Thatcher.
Fiction: The Messenger
I Hermes stand here at the crossroads by the wind beaten orchard, near the hoary grey coast; and I keep a resting place for weary men. And the cool stainless spring gushes out.
Fiction: The Brothers
They were born ten months apart. Their mother was the most beautiful woman in the world, and their father was a capricious and powerful man with appetites like a toddler. He wanted […]
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