Olly stood on a chair in his studio with a noose around his neck. “I’ll never love again,” he moaned. He stared at th…
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New Fiction by Nathan Nicolau: Returns
Does anyone knock anymore? Even at a friend’s house, an office, or my bedroom, I would knock. No one can be too caref…
New Poetry by Devin Mikles: “Telegram to Mrs. Sargent”
ONLY MUDDY BOOTS AND HELMETS CAKED RUSTING ROTTING IN STEAMING GREENHOUSES STICK UP FROM DECAYED REMAINS CAUSED BY DE…
New Poetry by Aramis Calderon: “Loyal”
New poem by Aramis Calderon: “Loyal”
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New Nonfiction by Fred Cheney: Tracers
I’ve changed all the names in this story except my own. They’re all dead, but … that afterlife thing just might be tr…