05/03/2013 - 1:31am


by Benjamin Wachs

The Mokarran Inversion (by Dave Senecal)

This is how it happened.

Time is circular, so after the serpent convinced Adam and Even to bite the forbidden apple, they were given the knowledge of good and evil, made more like God, and expelled from paradise.  Not being God, they did not understand why, and so...

05/01/2013 - 10:16am

The Mattress Inspector

by Stephanie Vernier

Fully clothed, Richard Yoost lay flat as a plank across the covers on the king-size bed.  It was ninety degrees out and only a slight cross breeze came through the bedroom windows.  The plank position was his first response test, and he learned early on it left an...

04/28/2013 - 10:57pm

Midnight Blue

by St. John Campbell

At the Opalescent Altar of the UltraViolets (by Dave Senecal)

I was alone in the forest.  I was alone on the hill.  The sky above me was midnight blue, and its darkness shone like a sheet of glass in the moonlight.  But there was no moon.  There were even no stars, though there should have been:  the nearest town was dozens of...

04/23/2013 - 11:25pm

The Dare

by Anita Anand

Erzulie (by Dave Senecal)

“How could you stand there naked in front of a bunch of strangers, stark naked?”

Phil didn’t get it, and that saddened Karen a bit. He usually got her perfectly.

“Well, for a shy person, it was the perfect job. I didn’t have to talk to anybody, or make eye...

04/18/2013 - 3:43pm


by St. John Campbell

O Destiny I Hear Your Voice (by Dave Senecal)

Once, he had graded papers.  People make jokes about a red pen, but it had been standard, back in those days, and the students hadn’t argued.  The red, like the robe of an inquisitor, had meant authority.  He was a polymath, teaching history and mathematics both … a...

04/15/2013 - 5:39pm

The Shore

by St. John Campbell

Ocean scene (by Dave Senecal)

The keeper of the lighthouse took his indentured apprentice down to the beach for the first time yesterday.  Down the narrow path between the crags that looked like teeth from a tiger and through the jagged points resembled nothing so much as tusks.  The keeper showed...

04/04/2013 - 4:57pm


by Susan Barnett

Naiadalie (by Dave Senecal)

Some people pace when they’re nervous.  Others can’t stop talking.  I, given the opportunity, tweeze.  My eyebrows, that is.  I don’t know if anyone else does it; it’s the one habit I have which makes me wonder if I’m compulsive.  I tweeze my eyebrows every morning no...

03/30/2013 - 8:46pm


by Julia Halprin Jackson

The Promethean (by Dave Senecal)

Patty has Vaseline in her hair and waterproof blue mascara smeared across her eyelids. Hank can see the hibiscus bobby pin in her bun from up in the stands, and now that he sees her in the pool, her arms above her head as she waits for the music to begin, he is nervous....

03/28/2013 - 3:49pm

Argentina Love

by Zarina Zabrisky

Naiadalie (by Dave Senecal)

When I was ten I lived in Odessa and dreamed of sailing to Africa, Australia or Argentina. I loved all far away places that started with A.  My name started with A, too–Alla–but I didn’t like my name. I kept altering it.  Angelina.  Angela.  Ariel.

Yes, I was...

03/28/2013 - 10:56am


by Damien Krsteski

"3 Magi" by David Senecal

I fire my gun. People around me turn swiftly, some duck and take cover. No time to explain. Plastered on the building straight ahead is a movie poster. Your typical will-they-won’t-they edge-of-your-seat romantic comedy. A bullet hole in the male character’s washboard...