Cries… by Mark McConville

Dreams wither in her head as she sees the decline of the world. Moments of terror hit the streets, and hearts can’t be recycled when they’re spooked by gunshots. Life is hanging in the balance and this young tearaway knows she must tread carefully through smoky boulevards. People lie here, some alive and desperate, but…

A Selection of Poems from Ryan Quinn Flanagan

I Pointed Just In Case She Didn’t Know Where Space Was   I was down in the red light district collecting warm blankets for the elderly, I was there for UNICEF so children with their war-torn fingers blown off could finger each other again with the help of silicon valley prosthetics the VA had been…

5 Poems from Jon Bennett

Big Wheel   We were 13 and had 2 liters of watermelon wine cooler because of Tim, a dude who’d give you $5 if he could take your picture with no shirt on “No touching…” or give you some weed “No touching…” though some kids left his place with a $20 Anyhow, we were lit…

Three Poems from Brian Rihlmann

MIDDLE FINGERS I watched from across the room as he stabbed the keys with his middle fingers as though every letter and every word was saying “Fuck you!” “Fuck you!” “Fuck you!”   and I thought— “A poet!”   I looked closer— the tailored suit the clean shaven face every hair on his head in…

Grifter Life: Can You Ever Forgive Me? by K A Laity

Behind the terrific 2018 film is the slim volume penned by serial forger/biographer Lee Israel. Memoirs of a Literary Forger fascinates not only for its insight into how Israel managed to pull off not one but two iterations of forgeries, but also for the evident joy the process brought. She found great pleasure in channeling…

True Crimes by Ian Lewis Copestick

Every night we watch true crime programmes on T.V. Tonight the inevitable happened, one crime slid into another. My wife asked  “Do you get this ? Why did he kill him ?” I said ” Well, obviously it was the ten grand. ” ” No, Ian that was the last programme. The one that was…

The Book By It’s Cover by John Patrick Robbins

The Mandalay Bay Event Center was packed Vegas was alive as always, but especially when a big fight was in the air. They were there to see Ron, and he knew tonight was his night. The crowd was electric and come hell or high water, he was leaving that cage with the belt or being…

A Selection of Poems from Eliana Vanessa

sucker   we all wanted to screw the substitute, he was the only dude, running the halls of our all girl school, and every time he passed by, we’d drop our pencils bending over just to make him cry, wearing our little, short, catholic school skirts, knowing the games we played were barely anything a…

John Wisniewski interviews Mark Slade

When did you begin writing, Mark? I was about 10 years old. It was after seeing the Twilight Zone for the first time. Any favorite authors? Ray Bradbury stands out as my fav. I’m also a huge Ross Macdonald, Ed Mcbain, Rod Serling, Robert E. Howard. Could you tell us about writing “Mr. Zero“, Mark?…

The Small Matter of a Murder By Martin Mulligan

You don’t expect to fall in love with the midget who hires you to kill her husband. She was wearing daffodil-yellow high heels the first time we met at a Frankie & Benny’s on the outskirts of a drab northern seaside resort in dead midwinter. Outside, a freezing wind howled through the empty bus station….