Neil Weiner

      Second to None Chad, an aspiring author, sank into his easy chair and drifted into a reverie. He found himself, not in his apartment but in a dusty courthouse at the center of a nameless small town. The kind of town with cracked sidewalks, sagging...

Cheryl Snell

      Thoughts in the Time of Collision I am all hair, glittering with diamond-glass. A forehead streaked with blood, rubies and roses crisscrossing the tangerine flaps of a ripped collar. Ripped skin. The air is blue and then bluer and then green and...

Sarah Thorne

      Collateral Damage The darkening sky skids past at sixty miles an hour. My eyes are keeping a vigil over the dead fringes of tarmac either side of the road as I drive, flicking from the cars in front of me to the next unidentified something lying...

Arlene Jackson

      I Can but Try Hello Tamara, it’s lovely to hear your voice stretching out across the Atlantic, from your eco pod of wellness into my quiet space, where things are not so well today. But it is today. New and fresh. I have made it through from...