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The Confession: A Monologue

Physical Description A man sits at a table drinking a 20 ounce black coffee. He’s bald, has glasses, and is wearing a brown newsboy cap. He is looking outside the window while he types on his laptop and has earbuds in. Occasionally he mutters to himself and types something. He is probably 5 ft 10 … Continue reading

Blog Post / Featured / flash fiction / Flash Fiction Friday / Literary Blogs / Manuscript Readers / Spring 2018 / Uncategorized

Flash Fiction Friday: Converse

The sky is dark, the stars and moon shining brightly among the dark chasm of space. There’s an autumn chill in the air around me: perfect hoodie weather. Although, I’d wear a hoodie no matter the weather. My hood is up and my hands are stuffed in the middle pocket. I look straight ahead. It’s … Continue reading

Featured / flash fiction / Flash Fiction Friday / Literary Blogs / Review / Spring 2018 / Uncategorized

Book Review: Between the World and Me by Ta-Nehisi Coates

While many authors, philanthropists, and authorities have provided detailed analyses of how and why racial division occurs, Ta-Nehisi Coates expresses his views through Between the World and Me, a letter to his 15 year-old-son Samori. He expresses that racism is an issue created by society and is still practiced today, no matter how inadvertent the … Continue reading

Fall 2017 / Featured / Poetry / Poetry 2017 / Uncategorized / Volume 48

Becoming Persephone —Mary Ann Honaker

We’d sprayed gold paint into paper bags and huffed the fumes.  Detached from body,   self a phosphorescent bubble ahover in some bright-colored world, somewhere askance   from here.  My boyfriend passed out. Sometimes, when one says love, she means   A sour drink that tastes better than loneliness or the door that leads out … Continue reading

Fall 2017 / Featured / Poetry 2017 / Uncategorized / Volume 48

I Fell in Love with You Again–Lowell Jaeger

While parked outside a liquor store along the highway winding through the Canadian Rockies.  We’d stopped to pick out a bottle of wine, anticipating romance in the hotel that night.   But the liquor store was closed, and I’d locked the keys in the truck, my wallet on the seat beside your purse and phone. … Continue reading