Author: Alfonso Colasuonno

Fish Out of Water, by Michael Giorgio

I never thought the next time I’d be at the lake with Dad that he would be dead for two weeks at the time. Was my father angry with me for canceling out on him a couple of times after promising to go fishing with him? Is that why the summons from Mr. Dowling, the […]

Nutty Bars on a Porch Swing, by Gail Allan

Anneliese’s muscles ache with the pain of being unable to perform the simple task of putting her car in reverse. She has been trying to leave her house and go to the grocery for the last two hours. Yet even with her nose plug, eye blinders, and ear buds, she has still managed to have […]

West Hollywood Bath House, by Tim Robbins

He wears the shamelessness of the place like the grace of a sinner just come from confession, as though the twink in the little room behind the bullet-proof glass, on whom everything is too tight, even his skin, said to his back as he disappeared into the light, “Go in peace, and my grace go […]

A Murder At The Dream Diner, by Zubair Simonson

I can only remember in fragments. I was driving, or maybe I was drifting, on a stretch of lonely highway that sliced through barren flat terrain. My hands were tightly gripping the steering wheel at the ten and two o’clock positions. The horizon ahead of me seemed as distant as the stars themselves. The firmament […]

In Real Life, by Julia Rubin

Silverfoxinabox 54, Boston I totally understand that I am not what you’re looking for but I just had to say you are gorgeous.  I understand you are out of my league. Sent Sept. 27  Silverfoxinabox 54, Boston I see that you looked at my profile. I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. I just […]

Of Turbulent Seas, by Scott Moses

John’s fingers brush over the chip in the porcelain sink. Something left behind by the previous owners, and something that after all these years, he’s yet to address. There’s still time, he thinks, or perhaps mutters, and that’s the end of it, because, well– today is a perfect day for John Colbert. He’s taking inventory […]

Two Poems, by Ali Whitelock

ode to an ovary your belly protruded me invaded i could not breathe you could have held it in you chose not to it’s natural you think to have it stick out like demi moore on the front cover of that magazine you give a photographer too much money to shoot you and your bump […]

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