This Body, These Actions
I know the whirling, fluid bloom of Jimi Hendrix’s guitar only through my ear’s machinery. The...
Read MorePosted by Joseph Gross | Feb 5, 2013 | Flash Fiction
I know the whirling, fluid bloom of Jimi Hendrix’s guitar only through my ear’s machinery. The...
Read MorePosted by Neil Serven | Feb 5, 2013 | Flash Fiction
Benji’s sister doesn’t come home last night, and this morning they find a body in the first-base...
Read MorePosted by Rachel Adams | Feb 5, 2013 | Flash Fiction
“bee attitudes” from x In a classroom, time drips away from us like mud through our fingers....
Read MorePosted by Matthew Hamilton | Feb 5, 2013 | Poetry
I hurry up the street to get away from shoeless, half naked girls. A few bucks buys you a good...
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