Recall Has Become an Affliction by Kari A. Flickinger
Recall has become an affliction. The early years are like-claws in the dark waves of rotating temples.Their gait subtracts, and twists up therein not-sleep, behind a sleep-mask I am told is supposed to assist. What matters withers, like a thirty-six-hour-old death-bloom, corpse-flower, I have lost traction with the winged crowd. I expand…
EverPoppy by Frances Boyle
Maura hauled in the barge, the singing cable slick with water threatening to freeze on her hands. There should have been robotics or at least hydraulics, but this village didn’t have working winches, not even anyone, new parent or former child, willing to stand watch on a frosty morning for…
Recital by Scott Elder
The sound of her name rings in the air. It’s always been there. Alice is waiting. An aisle flutters under her footsteps. At the end of the aisle a piano is waiting. It’s ever been there. Instants flicker and merge to a hum. She stills her breath to breathe in the silence, closes…
Space Cake Oddity by Satya Dash
It is not a moment of madnesswhen I take the plungeNeither is it a fragment of time carefully wrought in patience and resolveIt is more a breath caught on a slip of the windin the new year eve’s restorative airthat emerges in the brilliance of a sighSo I take a few…
Point Blank, Part 4 by Paige Bagby
Chapter 10 When coerced into being party to, or rather the center of, a time traveling misadventure, one would imagine that the simplicities of normal life would be forgotten to the curiosity of such an adventure. However, in Candace’s case, her body remembered only that she had been at the…
Los Angeles, 1952, Part 2 by Wayne Turmel
Language Warning.This story contains language that may put off some readers. Be aware it takes place 60 years ago, and things weren’t seen the same as they are now. Also, any discerning fiction reader should know that the opinions expressed by our characters don’t always reflect the opinions of management.…
Reading in the Twenty-Second Century by Keith Mark Gaboury
Splash language into my eyes like bathtub water. I feel, I love digitized words surging through my Pacific wave vision. Who has the time to spend a sunloop piecemealing a Victorian novel when I can receive Bronte’s impetus within a nanosecond of absorption. The judgement of Jane Eyre corrals inside neurological sparks before draining into a reject binat the…
Hourglass by Birdy Odell
____________________________________________________________ Birdy Odell is a Canadian artist and writer whose work highlights themes of death, childhood, abandonment, love and reflections on time. She works primarily in found words and flash fiction, and is the winner of the Saskatchewan Library Association Award for Book Spine Poetry, 2017. Her work has appeared in Barren Magazine, The…
Inevitable River by Robert Okaji
Transparent beauty, I adore the wayyour mind filters and reconstructs patterns,waves transcending straight lines through color-drenched nature and the coming days. Like a second page cleansed of words,or a bulldozed path through a mine field,we start our separate lives together, anew.Even the winged beings admire us. Our pasts hover behind,shadowing our…
The Glass Bottle Sang “I Ain’t Got Time Anymore” in 1971 by Kenneth Pobo
At 64, time became a race car.I had thought of it as a bike.I’d go riding around town,gliding from garage saleto garage sale. In 1971 timeoften felt like a boulder:when would graduation come?when my birthday?when would I get my first job?Whens made high school feel like water I was trying to plod through. …
Take Us On A Journey To Somewhen
