May 23

May 23 “Proof of Life” by Maria Gray

The stars have no proof / of life but smolder regardless, maggots / feasting on the sky’s vast corpse, and like them / you were science before you were fiction.

Apr 17

Apr 17 “Funeral” by Larry Eby

The Editors

Poetry

“the dog was lucky enough to catch
it mid-air, the bird flying low
searching for worms

or seed. The burial
is quick, without
ceremony. Some preservation…”

Mar 26

Mar 26 “The Watcher” by Cynthia Weiner

The Editors

Fiction, Short Story, Winter/Spring 2007-2008, Selections from Print

“His face was haggard, scattered with gray stubble and damp with sweat. In the air between them was the musky odor of bourbon. “I am weary with my moaning,” he moaned. “All night I make my bed swim.” He looked at her, and even as she looked away, Kate was sure his gaze was lingering on her breasts.”