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Short Fiction

 

Synesthesia by Heidi Turner

10 Nov 2017, Posted by JL Jacobs in Short Fiction

Art: Michael Marrella SYNESTHESIA Sex, drugs, and Rock-and- Roll are all the same. Modest Mouse was playing when I passed Simeon the blunt, a perfect little burrito of a universe. Before the hit, little rainbows danced around the edge of my vision, pirouetting across Bob Marley and…

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Mr. Singh by Don Taylor

08 Nov 2017, Posted by JL Jacobs in Short Fiction

Art: Lavien Darja MR. SINGH It was 10 o’clock on a hot Tuesday morning in August. Jake jumped the fence at the back of the house, swung a kick at an empty Buckfast bottle beside the sand pit, and ran across the park to the Spar. Inside the…

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The Beast by Don Taylor

06 Nov 2017, Posted by JL Jacobs in Short Fiction

Art: Vera Fonseka THE BEAST Sometimes you lie on your bed and remember. You remember the time uncle Josh came back from Canada and brought you the air pistol. He had to smuggle it in through customs. It was just like the ones you saw advertised on the…

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Home by Bleriana Myftiu

20 Oct 2017, Posted by JL Jacobs in Short Fiction

Art: Altar by Jieun Beth Kim HOME 1 One summer night in Tirana, on the balcony on the second floor, I lay on my back feeling the cool breeze and listening to the croaking of frogs from the artificial lake, a strange lullaby. I found myself…

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Rag-dolls: Haibun by Paresh Tiwari

22 Jun 2017, Posted by Editor in Short Fiction

Art: “Exodus, Untitled Transparency SN1” by Olivier Fonteau RAG-DOLLS All day long, we sit on the crumbling wall of the cemetery. Our feet, clad in mud-crusted Mary Janes, dangle inches above the wild grass.   There is silence . . . a blanket of windless…

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oh cupola: haibun by Peter Newton

05 Jun 2017, Posted by Editor in Short Fiction

Art Credit: Tatiana Drotsarova OH CUPOLA your little room barely big enough for a party of gnomes cousin of the widow’s walk uncle to the weather vane dear old cupola falling in for all to see if only people knew for how long and how far…

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Fragments: Haibun by Paresh Tiwari

02 Jun 2017, Posted by Editor in Short Fiction

Art Credit: “(Muse)Madness” by Tove Aune. FRAGMENTS One by one we throw a handful of sandalwood dust on the funeral pyre. There is nothing much to say and a damp stillness hangs heavy over the pale morning. In the end, it’s just nine maunds of wood for his…

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The Complaints Department by Dan Nielsen

31 May 2017, Posted by Editor in Short Fiction

Art Credit:  “Documentary of Street Art in Barcelona” by Tom Williams THE COMPLAINTS DEPARTMENT Edgar Manx managed the Complaints Department at Goldblatt’s. He had an office with a window and a secretary. “Miss Evans, take a letter.” Kathy Evans scowled and made an irritated sound. She…

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