Jacqueline Hampton doesn’t believe in coincidence. When the former biochemist turned high-tech exec discovered she’d worked with not one, but two murderers during her career, she started writing stories laced with poison and humor to remind people that the “things that never happen” – just might. Exeter The bottle explodes at our feet, spraying Denise and […]Read more "Exeter"
R.J. Zeman is a poet from Dunedin, Florida. He is a 2007 graduate of the Creative Writing program at F.S.U. Date I stare at a birthday card and smoke a Pall Mall. Thirty nine: all the pretty girls grew up, got married, got divorced. I see their pictures on Facebook; smiling lips, bags under green […]Read more "Date"
Judge Bean spends a lot of time with his dog in the Pacific Northwest thinking about things he should do. Non Debatable I used to give away my likes Like rays from a tiny sun lighting my loves best I could now I hold them tight like padlocks hold bikes I try not to participate […]Read more "Non Debatable"
Cristina Cano is a songwriter, multi-instrumentalist, and theater nerd. Above all, she is a performer who loves to play with language. Cristina creates music under the name Siren and the Sea, and has also most recently been seen on stage accompanying Portland’s Sallie Ford, and Albatross. She has been involved with the performance community as […]Read more "Feed"
After Rebecca Lindenberg Hannah Baggott is remembering when Facebook was all state of being and where you are. Hannah Baggott is making lamb stew, but will never ask you to dinner. Is out to coffee, but isn’t telling you where. Hannah Baggott I remember when is disappeared. Hannah Baggott My name is becoming a curse. […]Read more "STATUS UPDATE"
Some days, your Facebook and Twitter feeds are full of viral cat videos. Other days, a New York Times op-ed makes the rounds. The latest of the latter made me wish it was a Grumpy Cat kind of day. Tim Kreider’s piece, link-bait titled “Slaves of the Internet, Unite!” took the creative community to task […]Read more "Don’t Blame the Slaves"
the mother cradles her infant, a tapered cocoon in the crook of her left arm, from the white blanket, a lick of crow black hair floats up— dark down, feathered fingers towards a distracted frown. she does not look down into the pink rosebud of her daughter’s upturned face, the glinting grey pebbles of her […]Read more "we used to write love letters"
I have a Facebook friend from whom I hide all of my political updates. Honestly, I selectively hide updates from various friends quite often; I base this decision on an equation that measures how easily-offended someone is by how likely they are to start a flame war on my wall (and if there’s anything I […]Read more "Get Off the Couch and Vote"