Distraction
Shreds of something sparkling on a fence, slick magazines, cleavage, rumbling belly, shouts,...
Read MorePosted by Joseph Gross | Oct 8, 2013 | Editorials / Op-eds
Shreds of something sparkling on a fence, slick magazines, cleavage, rumbling belly, shouts,...
Read MorePosted by Michael Davis | Oct 8, 2013 | Flash Fiction
On the second day of the third week of the fifth month of her marriage, she already wanted to kill...
Read MorePosted by Matthew Lang | Oct 8, 2013 | Flash Fiction
Brad Winslow wonders why the father and son sitting in seats 1 and 2 in Row G in Section 512 won’t...
Read MorePosted by Lisa Cihlar | Oct 8, 2013 | Poetry
An old, hand-colored, circus postcard shows the fat lady sitting on a chair outside a stripped...
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