Writing

By Travis Roth “Horsie!” she cried; her two year old eyes lit up like spotlights as she went bounding up to the brightly painted symbol ...

  By Kayla Gruenewald        Living in seclusion can drive a person mad. Even more so when seclusion consists of a cover of darkness ...

By Marty Shutter  I Will Be Eating Spider Through the Fall Yesterday, watching my fan chains sway in the rhythm of their master centered in...

Our friends at Subtopian Magazine in Portland, OR, have recently launched a Kickstarter campaign on behalf of their small press to publish a...

By Kirby Light “You’re not suicidal Tom,” he said as he set the bottle of bourbon on the dresser. “You just want some attention.” ...

By Kirby Light My mother used to work at a veterinarian’s office as a janitor. During his lunch the vet there would go and get really ston...

By Kirby Light I thought about the one in the black and pink bikini and the one in the tie dye bikini who’s eyes were hidden behind sun gl...

By Kirby Light There’s a crow on top of the hospital. He’s the only bird out. I smoke a cigarette and watch him up there. The sun is com...

By Kirby Light I tried to buy wine and Avocados at five-thirty in the morning, but they couldn’t sell alcohol until six So I bought wine a...

By Kirby Light one day I was out driving, it was one of those hot days where your clothes stick to you even though your windows rolled down,...