Conor Ebbs is watching waterfalls

Weeping Waterfalls Braided streams of smoky sandDance in time by the water’s edgeHissing as they passDressing my feet. Cascading cliffs yield their stocksWeeping waterfalls of mist and stoneUnveiling the futureWith past designs.* Conor Ebbs says...

New flash fiction by John Sheirer

Mr. BootsThe last thing Bruce wanted to do while driving though upstate New York was stop at the highway rest area – but he had to. He brought in a book, locked the door, and sat down.After a moment, someone came in and sat in the next stall. The new neighbor was...

Three haiku by P-T Diep

A steel meat hook Clink-clanks onto the tile floor;Dead ears don't hear# # # # #TV aerials against The evening sky The smell of supper# # # # #The smog and grumbleOf cars returning homeWakes the streetlamps* Phuoc-Tan Diep is a poet and a histopathologist hidden...