“Election Night, Missouri, 2016,” a flash essay by Brad Aaron Modlin

All day, rats had bolted through my body. I spilt my coffee. I couldn’t hold a pen. To an old … More

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

Schedule a date with a tall someone with salt-and-pepper hair who finds you online. He will play drums. He will … More

The dead visit me in dreams, and sometimes speak with me. People have said it’s because of my heritage, that … More

Suspension Quiet cinder of shame, until a young boy finds the will to hit back. Except. Suspended from school, that’s … More

Morning. I eat rice and curry, so hot it brings tears to my eyes. This is Sri Lanka, I think. … More

Living two miles from the epicenter of a useless and oppressive government but still well within what could potentially be … More

Date Night at Fuddruckers, Saugus MA Year of Our Lord, 2018 we have no imagination, my wife and I, so … More

1 the desert demands a new view when waiting is a death pop out the eye turn the retina … More

He teaches us to apply paint in shapes. To recognize shadow and bend before limb. Our subject sprawls on the … More

Once more, the man said he was lost. I told him no, he wasn’t, from where I sat I could … More

After the click, I wonder which I like least, folks who phone too early in the morning or those who … More