Micro-fiction by Benjamin Drevlow

“When my ex-wife dies, and I promise it won’t be by my hand, I’ll bring her back home and have her stuffed and it won’t be for any sexy stuff…”

by Paul Lewellan

“Hours later, the three women, unable to move from exhaustion–bathed in sweat, urine, wine, and bits of pastry shells–purred contentedly.”

Poetry by Mark Wadley

“Best of all wrestlers / you float above your body / as it takes its punishment / your mind a phantom limb…”

Fiction by Allister Nelson

“God comes hungry to your table. The crops have rotted. Tins of bean, ash in the cornbread. He asks you for food.”

Poetry by Sean G. Meggeson

“ground mice needle scurrying  liquid drop model making  time creating big men paining…”

Fiction by Natalie Hammonds

“What was the point of her being able to go inside of her skin but not able to change anything?”

Poetry by Eric Subpar

“When your car flies off the road...you can't tell me...that doesn't feel like love.”

Fiction by Neil Randall

“We have a 0.0% success rate at present, and of that we are immensely proud.”

Poetry by David Luntz

“Violence and logic whisper to each other behind our backs.”

Fiction by Margaret Cahill

“Not everyone can paint,” he said, “but everyone has the potential to be a performance artist.”

CNF by Adrian Kresnak

“There’s a children’s museum that used to have a severed head in a freezer.”

Poetry by Larry O. Dean

“Archie’s hardwares are tolerated by his newsagent and passive willingness, Edith (Jean Stapleton)…”

Fiction by Sean Ennis

“You think it would be easy to feel superior to a Satanist, but you would be wrong. I regularly sell my soul for discount codes, free shipping, and no-obligation, one-month trials.”

Poetry by Grady VanWright

“‘Join us,’ they murmur, / voices hollow as seashells held to dead ears, / a chorus of futures washed away.”

Fiction by Daniel Sheen

“It feels like the end of the world. But whisper-quiet. Less like catastrophic thunder and more like a slow unravelling, like an old sweater comin’ apart at the seams.”

Poetry by MK Kuol

“a million years ago, i was a feathered fish / scaling the length of my father’s manhood / while dreaming of home in a bed / boned with scented shadows.”

CNF by Casey Jo Graham Welmers

“Unless pocket change and crusty nickels scavenged from beneath sagging sofa cushions are considered an embarrassment of riches, we did not come from money.”

Fiction by Peter Harris

“It was never a range conspirators who were in control, he realized. The puppet master pulling the strings was always the vast, omniscient presence of time.”

Micro-fiction by JD Clapp

“I just don’t have it in me to go back. But hell, at least she has Elmo now.”

Poetry by David L O’Nan

“I have tonight, the stars wounded in saltwater tongues / Can’t hear the whispering with the static of waves in constant battle.”

Fiction by Mattia Ravasi

“After I got stuck in the record I crash-landed in a dark, raging ocean. I had no idea where I was, nor how far the water stretched around me.”

CNF by Basil Rosa

“The payments on accrued interest alone for each of the creditors I owe money to will keep me pumping cream into doughnuts in this kitchen for up to fifty hours a week until I’m a corpse.”

Flash Fiction by hiromi suzuki

“The dead put on their respective shoes and return to the heavens riding on the lift.”

Poetry by DW Baker

“We say nothing / but the rumbling of wheels on concrete…”

Poetry by Amanda Andrews

“I’m hypersomnia trying to be an oneiromancer, only I’m also a cranky insomniac unable to create soundless dreams”

Fiction by Kim Farleigh

“Describing unprovoked attacks as preventive actions constituted “justice,” enabling the powerful to override intra-suburb law…“The bastards do whatever they fucking well like and call it whatever they fucking well want!”

Poetry by Isla Mayer

“…it was the work of minimal imagination to picture them overturning furniture pulling cupboards away from the walls…”

Flash Fiction by Michael Grant Smith

“Dagger and Crowbar swore their baby sister Klamiddea (named after the Ancient Greek goddess of horniness) was the sweetest of all Raceways.”

Fiction by Cleve Lamison

“A final act of devotion. I fingered her trigger until she climaxed a third time…It was explosive.”

Poetry by rob mclennan

“Sleep, into. The objects one might soothe. Emerge, if you can. If you will. Irregular, a single centre.”

Fiction by Samantha Szumloz 

“After three slaps, specks of blood eject out of his mouth, splattering onto my collarbone. His body goes limp. Alarms blare in every part of me.”

Fiction by Johan Smits

“From within your dark enclosure, you had heard him counting the banknotes…the magic glue that keeps the world together…An ideal god.”

Poetry by Strider Marcus Jones

“drinking absinthe together, hand rolling and smoking cigars- / being is, what it really is…”

Poetry by R.M. Engelhardt

“After the smoke / The clouds evaporate / The radiation descends / Upon the one & all / The rich & poor”

A Disappearing Virtual Poetry (Micro)Chap by Hannah Flynn

A Disappearing Virtual Poetry (Micro)Chap by Dani Shoemaker

A Disappearing Virtual Hybrid (Micro)Chap by Rachel Turney

A Disappearing Vanishing Poetry (Micro)Chap by Ryan Bry

Micro-fiction by Kate Horsley

“I hole up in the living-room where Bob Ross tells me humans don't make mistakes and for a while I can feel that each stain on the lino is one of Bob’s happy little trees.“

Fiction by Wyatt Robinette

“The video was from a GoPro Max wore during the war. Like most GoPro scenes it was chaotic, unclear. Also, you never saw Max’s face, you just heard him.”

Poetry by Courtney Leigh

“It’s delulu to want everyone to like you / they’re always so ungiving—I want to not give / but to value the remaining fucks I’ve got.”

Flash Fiction by Travis Flatt

“And you’re just staring. I didn’t realize, getting all worked up for the punchline, that my mask has begun to slip and some of my horns are showing..”

Poetry by Travis Shosa

“Joshua Lampshade has swallowed / a disco ball, it’s a peach pit vessel / of retro kitsch.”

Poetry by Scott C. Holstad

“01000111 01000101 01001110 01000101 01010100 01001001 01000011 00100000 01000011 01001111 01000100 01000101…”

Micro-fiction by Rick White

“Once they pry and weedle their way inside they’ll find the tiny souls of all the unsuspecting, wide-eyed creatures who daydream-dawdled into that crooked maw.”

Poetry by John Sara

“I’m on my deathbed and the doctor / whips out a skull; some cheap Halloween prop / he thrifted from Goodwill, making a garbled / whooooooo before it runs out of batteries.”

Fiction by Wyatt Robinette

“The video was from a GoPro Max wore during the war. Like most GoPro scenes it was chaotic, unclear. Also, you never saw Max’s face, you just heard him.”

Poetry by Danielle McMahon

“Within moon-white houses, / The people sat like the dead, ill-lit by television light, still, undrawn against the night, / touching expressionless faces  )but never really touching them…”

Fiction by Jayson Carcione

“Someone screams. Lights explode in windows…The night is broken.

Poetry by Jake Sheff

“The pace of May should be glacial, happiness / Should swell with priestly persistence only then… / Let total depravity’s two ha’pennies / Be tzedakah till the days no longer lengthen.” 

“The choices made, the combinations used, and the thump in my heart when I recognize it’s complete is the ‘art’ of my process. Oh, how I love that thump.”

Fiction by Kim Farleigh

“These winds,” he warned, “are prophecies of your impending deaths. Don’t you little bunnies worry about that.”"

Poetry by Julian Thumm

“…belladonna, oleander, & foxglove— / impart their death’s-head narcotic / under the sensual intellect / & play of decomposition.”

Micro-fiction by Benjamin Drevlow

“Like Eminem’s I Don’t Give a Fuck but in which I give a fuck about everything, all things, and can’t do anything about them, but scream I don’t give a fuck in Em’s nasally whine…”

Poetry by Zev Levinson

“she sinks to her knees without / word / all this music become unsung and Sonya by Babylon so stung”

Fiction by GRSTALT Comms

“He never lets me fuck him – he always tells me ‘Next time’ – and that’s what keeps me coming back, the promise.”

Poetry by Keith Miles

“‘To all the Judys, love Mr Punch’.”

Fiction by Alexei Raymond

“Jonathan’s mind cycled between the tides of war he could remove only himself from, love’s inexplicable failure to surmount, and how he’d known, known the taste of his lips.”

Fiction by Zoë Davis

“The ancient ceiling fan, whining on an exposed fist of wiring, didn’t so much as move the air but stir it.”

Poetry by Philip Venzke

“…because no one / with a failed nose / will dismantle those cartons. / I can change the past.”

Micro-fiction by Kenna DeValor

“he smell of floral rot: the rose,  peony, and soil swirled around me in a delicate game of tug of war.”