Sonnet for a Lesion on the Fusiform Gyrus I have lost her letters—the ones where she called me jellyfish and praised my soft hands. They are rotting somewhere in my old house: the ink bleeding into the folds of wide-ruled paper. I try to think of her face when my skin stings—burning from the inside. […]Read more "Sonnet for a Lesion on the Fusiform Gyrus"
P.C. Scheponik has published four collections of poems: Psalms to Padre Pio (National Centre for Padre Pio, INC), A Storm by Any Other Name and Songs the Sea Has Sung in Me (PS Books, a division of Philadelphia Stories), and And the Sun Still Dared to Shine (Mazo Publishers). Most recently, his work has appeared […]Read more "Eleventh Grade English (For Peter Doyle)"
Brett Petersen Brett Petersen writes because it is more fun than mopping floors and running cash registers. He obtained his B.A. in English from the College of Saint Rose in 2011, and his fictions have appeared in journals such as Polychrome Ink, The Offbeat and Leopardskin & Limes. He is also a cartoonist, drummer and […]Read more "Summoning The Memory Eaters | PART 2"
Brett Petersen Brett Petersen writes because it is more fun than mopping floors and running cash registers. He obtained his B.A. in English from the College of Saint Rose in 2011, and his fictions have appeared in journals such as Polychrome Ink, The Offbeat and Leopardskin & Limes. He is also a cartoonist, drummer and […]Read more "Summoning The Memory Eaters | PART 1"
Ben Nardolilli currently lives in New York City. His work has appeared in Perigee Magazine, Red Fez, Danse Macabre, The 22 Magazine, Quail Bell Magazine, Elimae, fwriction, Inwood Indiana, Pear Noir, The Minetta Review, and Yes Poetry. Bad Status Line 1 During the connection attempt, no response was received Choose a new home group, see […]Read more "Bad Status Line 1, 2, & 4"
“Whatever you want, boys, it’s on me,” Joe Laz told his sons, Bill and Lee, at the Kiwanis in downtown Aurora, Illinois. Joe was anticipating steaks or pork chops, a few respectable martinis, perhaps even a slice of something sweet for dessert. Heck, why not? You can’t live your life in a shoebox, he thought. […]Read more "Storytelling From the Heartland"
memory is paper . . . a thin veil against light scribbled on colored in (sk)etched out painstakingly noted between thin blue and thick red dashes indications of lines to cut, lines to stay within. written rubbered stamped erased embellished boldened copy / paste. stained concentric circular rings starting then stopping time with morning coffee […]Read more "memory is paper"
We’re standing in the kitchen of my grandmother’s house. It is a room where I spent many formative hours as a child. Behind us is a circle of dark brown cabinets, swirled with the brushstrokes of the original stain, all of which have knobs with a bright orange flower in the center. The dishwasher with […]Read more "Photograph / Memory / Sketch"