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Lines of Paint in My Mind

by Nicholas Voyta Sailer | Jul 11, 2019 | Fiction, Issue No 4, Read

Lines of Paint in My Mind By Nicholas Voyta Sailer ; Written on July 30, 2014 For A Story Each Day The streets of Raleigh are marked and lined with construction spray paint—the kind that workers use to denote where electrical wires are buried. Where to dig and where...

Thirty Second Birthday

by Chad Lutz | Jul 11, 2019 | Fiction, Issue No 4, Read

Thirty Second Birthday by Chad Lutz ; Two familiar friends order familiar drinks at a familiar café on a familiar street. Work, school, sex, money: the lay of the conversation. Then it shifts. “Isn’t your birthday tomorrow?” Blake sips his latte. “And yours is the day...

Lost in the Blur, Part Four

by Bokerah Brumley | Jul 11, 2019 | Fiction, Issue No 4, Read

Lost in the Blur, Part Four By Bokerah Brumley ; Leah Frakes had risked it all… and failed. She gritted her teeth. Her whole body screamed at her. The motorcycle ride, the capture… She smoothed a hand over her jaw. The beating… She had to keep going. There was no...

Silence by Joshua Lieblein

by cinderq | Jun 29, 2019 | Fiction, Read

Silence By Joshua Lieblein ; Now that she was dead, the Niftalemi girl could finally rest. When she’d hit the ground after falling four stories, the glass of her helmet had shattered and shards had cut deep into the scaly flesh of her face, making new scars to go...

Leonardo Drew’s “City in the Grass” by P.J. Walsh

by cinderq | Jun 1, 2019 | Nonfiction, Read

Leonardo Drew’s “City in the Grass” By Paul Joseph Walsh ; This week Jeff Bezos agreed to purchase three apartments at 212 5th Avenue in Manhattan for approximately $80 million. There isn’t much to do with information like that other than say, ‘wow, that’s a lot of...

If It Ain’t a Pleasure It Ain’t a Poem—A review of John Wick Chapter 3 by P.J. Walsh

by cinderq | May 24, 2019 | Nonfiction, Read

If It Ain’t a Pleasure It Ain’t a Poem—A review of John Wick Chapter 3 by P.J. Walsh ; He had written, in letters that had not quite jelled yet, the single word “Delighted.” The Matron of Honor, reading over my shoulder, gave a sound faintly like a snort,...