is cracked glass Picasso striated grove —skin branches, singed romances, flame buried in bone chip snow, glycerine.  Globe revealing glistening cemetery. His youth, a sunken mausoleum mystery; angles become mangled. Face is wasting, cubed. Happens…

The grass here is greener than you’d think, despite crunching underfoot, despite being dry as bleached bones. But I don’t mind. This place, this terminus between void and light, is…

I only drink one beer with dinner while encouraging her to have a second. I’m ready to make the sudden U-Turn onto McKalester towards St. Catherine’s hospital before Grace’s phone…

The apartment is remarkable in its orderliness but depressing in its utilitarianism, exactly as Katherine Doyle had imagined it. Well, at least those few times over the last fifteen years…

for Harry & Bess Houdini On a day of no importance: dark of winter, far from seances and anniversaries, at last he gave her message through a man who wouldn’t take a…

Dear Readers, The creation of this magazine has been a dream of mine for years. As a writer who primarily finds herself delving into history, I found a gap in…

The minotaur told the mermaid he loved her, but their liaison lasted only so long, and when some years later the gods took note of the fruits of that tryst…

a possibly true story At 6 o’clock,  Henrietta watches Mr Pickering, Cecilia Payne, Williamina Fleming and the other computers go home. She promised to lock up, she usually does what she…

Seconds ticked by on the clock. One, two, three… After sixty, it started over. In less than sixty seconds I saw her look up from the book she was reading. Her eyes met mine and changed…

Dollhouse will dim when he commands goodnight.Six chandeliers, nine candelabrum cede enchanted light.  All die but pillar, slight,  beside your bed, brick candle wax free bleedseight hours in a magician’s stead.  He leaveshis proxy…