Category: Freshly pressed

CTRL / ALT / DELETE: Natasha Helen Crudden Poetry Review

Can’t we all identify as black sheep occasionally? Don’t we sometimes vent at, or declare our love for, those who don’t deserve it? Do we not engage in retail therapy? Haven’t we all stayed home instead of going to parties once or twice, due to social anxiety? Well then, Natasha Helen Crudden wants to have a quick […]

Poem by Alfonso Colasuonno

Like A Library in the Suburbs, by Alfonso Colasuonno

She said, You’re like a library in the suburbs You’re a fortress of solitude in some Arctic hideout You’ll never crack There’s nothing underneath Nothing trapped below your layer of ice And a neck craned And some eyes locked And someone knew someone was right And everyone looked away Silence is a lingua franca but […]

We be queens, by Lee Ellis

kids play in the chain link parking lot, their voices vibrating against car alarms they found a syringe where double dutch girls turn double orange ‘til the bell rings like power lines Haloed housing projects on the 15th we eat like kings, we do not know the ignorance of our own poverty

The Corpse House, by Tyrel Kessinger

Along with the freelance handyman jobs here and there, Terry always picked up the seasonal hours at The Corpse House. Extra money was extra money, he told people, though he did it simply for the art of it; his love for scaring the shit out of people. He practiced moves in the mirror in the […]

Pauvre Marie Détruit, by Lauren Rubin

Pauvre petite Marie An invented nom de guerre For an invented girl Stripped of coquettish liés And smallpoxed sisters Before her. Destined to marry a King Poor maman, I made you build me. Can you destroy me too?   Of course you can And this pauvre little Hapsburg Out of space and time Dogless et […]

Four poems, by Lee Ellis

All The Way Up, To Lexington Avenue We were walking close enough to hold hands, but you’ve never been the kind of man to make the first move. I just wanted to, reach out to you, but I’ve always been coy when it came to things like this. So, I kept my hands in my […]

Four by Four, by Richard Gibney

by Richard Gibney (This short story was featured on Ireland’s RTE’s short story season back in 2011.) A mortar, launched from hundreds of yards behind Edward Greenway, goes off in front of him, spattering huge quantities of sand. As the smoke clears, he clumsily falls into the crater that the mortar has created. A second bomb […]

Daylight Savings, by Chad Senesac

“Pigs-in-a-blanket. Don’t taste the same.” The man across from Jack smiled. Abiding the years, a refreshing familiarity came as comforting as a deep sip of warm whiskey which would be nowhere in sight: the living room was full of Baptists and strangers at that. “I doubt Miss Cynthia made them,” said Jack. “Probably not.” For […]

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