ProseFICTION: HorsieBy Travis Roth “Horsie!” she cried; her two year old eyes lit up like spotlights as she went bounding up to the brightly painted symbol ...bykodyfordJan 22, 2013
Prose“Circus Peanuts” By Kayla Gruenewald Living in seclusion can drive a person mad. Even more so when seclusion consists of a cover of darkness ...bykodyfordNov 12, 2012
PoetryBryan (A story-poem on the virtue of determination)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...bykodyfordOct 8, 2012
Etc.INTERVIEW: Kirby Light on his upcoming collection from Subtopian PressOur friends at Subtopian Magazine in Portland, OR, have recently launched a Kickstarter campaign on behalf of their small press to publish a...bykodyfordSep 26, 2012
ProseSoberBy Kirby Light “You’re not suicidal Tom,” he said as he set the bottle of bourbon on the dresser. “You just want some attention.” ...bykodyfordSep 25, 2012
PoetryA story my mother told meBy 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...bykodyfordSep 25, 2012
PoetryDustBy 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...bykodyfordSep 25, 2012
PoetryGod must surely chuckle everydayBy 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...bykodyfordSep 25, 2012
PoetryTime and all it’s heartachesBy 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...bykodyfordSep 25, 2012
PoetrySome Kind of MonsterBy 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,...bykodyfordSep 25, 2012