All day, rats had bolted through my body. I spilt my coffee. I couldn’t hold a pen. To an old … More
Category: #NoMorePresidents
HFR is invested in supporting and publishing art by the LGBTQIA+ community, Muslim writers, writers of color, female-identifying writers, aging writers, undocumented immigrant writers, survivors of abuse or assault, disabled writers, plus other marginalized groups. White supremacy and other hate is inexcusable, and we wish to counteract and stand against these prevalent attitudes. HFR has reaffirmed its mission to elevate these marginalized groups by initiating a new blog feature, #NoMorePresidents, an online space for these communities to publish new writing.
Fiction: “The Lawn Jockey” by Mary T. Miller
I’d been thinking about that swimming hole for nearly half a year, since the middle of winter. I first saw … More
Fiction: “Men with Potential: A Guide to Getting Sober and Staying Sober” by Kate St. Germain
Schedule a date with a tall someone with salt-and-pepper hair who finds you online. He will play drums. He will … More
“My Day with the Donald,” a modern American tall tale by Jeff Cuffee
The dead visit me in dreams, and sometimes speak with me. People have said it’s because of my heritage, that … More
Three Poems by Jim Daniels
Suspension Quiet cinder of shame, until a young boy finds the will to hit back. Except. Suspended from school, that’s … More
Poetry: “Colombo” by Senie Priti
Morning. I eat rice and curry, so hot it brings tears to my eyes. This is Sri Lanka, I think. … More
“Rock Creek: A Pastoral,” flash fiction by Jarrod Campbell
Living two miles from the epicenter of a useless and oppressive government but still well within what could potentially be … More
Two Poems by Rusty Barnes
Date Night at Fuddruckers, Saugus MA Year of Our Lord, 2018 we have no imagination, my wife and I, so … More
Poetry: “egg” by Tameca L Coleman
1 the desert demands a new view when waiting is a death pop out the eye turn the retina … More
Lyric Essay: “When a man says less is more, it’s hard not to hear him (or, on figure painting)” by Sophie Paquette
He teaches us to apply paint in shapes. To recognize shadow and bend before limb. Our subject sprawls on the … More
“The Dollhouse,” a short story by Meiko Ko
Once more, the man said he was lost. I told him no, he wasn’t, from where I sat I could … More
“Free Car,” fiction by Alex Kudera
After the click, I wonder which I like least, folks who phone too early in the morning or those who … More
