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A Craft Essay by John Sergio  BETTERED BY A BOT: A Hopeful Submission, an Immediate Response, and an Existential Crisis

Almost immediately after my short story was rejected by one publisher, it was selected and shortlisted by a different one. That, however, offered little consolation. The rejection itself didn’t bother me. Writers are well a...


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A Writing Tip by Bob McNeil
POEMS WITH PURPOSE

Throughout history, numerous luminaries in every art form have given their talents to improve existence. Their voices helped abolitionists, suffragettes, and civil rights activists.

Some months back, my lung collapsed, and I faced a painful end. Pneumothorax inspired my writing to venture beyond self-aggrandizement. ...


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Fiction by Munir Hachemi translated by Julia Sanches, reviewed by Luke Shuffield
MUNIR HACHEMI WALKS THE LINE: THE MULAI IN THE MIDDLE

We know dystopian literature when we see it. Utopian, likewise. But is there wiggle room somewhere in the middle? What do we do with tall tales of our fellow humans going ...


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Flash Nonfiction by Kathryn Ganfield
PEOPLE SAY PIT BULLS ARE SWEETHEARTS

A woman screams without stopping. Two men in penny loafers leap out of a sedan. Three dogs circle in the street. 

All pit bulls, two on one. Those infamous jaws doing what hundreds of years of human selection have successfully wrought. Two clamping down on one, the littlest one, do...


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Fiction by Nick Kunze
CLOSED ON SUNDAYS

While Father Thomas surveyed his sparse Sunday Mass crowd, he thought he smelled chicken. He sniffed. It was faint enough to be dismissed. A phantom smell. Perhaps his guilt was taking aromatic forms. 

He spread his arms wide in welcome. “The Lord be with you,” Father Thomas s...


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