Latest Submissions
Front Line
“It’s dark inside my skin, you promised to be my light.” This is the text message alert I sent myself today when I set my alarm on my phone. It is a…
What Do the Friar and the Lord Priest Wear Under the Cassock?
My mother, with love like a chicken Brought me to the Segovia Seminary on a she donkey. My mother said to my father: -Husband, give the she donkey,…
The Dragonfly
“Kids!” Katie motioned to get the second graders’ attention. “Look at this.” She held up a glass canning jar with a dragonfly in it and listened to…
Monte Alban
Valentina was unusual; she had it all. When she whistled, Sniper sat up and begged. Sniper did a few minor masonry jobs, shot a mean game of snooker,…
The Friend Card
Winter has driven everyone in Portsmouth a little nuts, and Spring hasn’t been much better. I get this text: Brittany: John just broke up with me…
“The Whale,” “Five Minutes Later He Blocks Me,” “Show Me a Cliché,” and Other Poems
The Whale He’s fifty-five years of smug blubber, a bored heir to a lucky fortune who can barely walk on the vestiges of his legs bumbling in the…
Whiteworld
They are finally together. After the imperialist United States began its final purge of true dissidents, our national struggle to socialize our…
Terror House Radio, Episode #52: Excellence in Podcasting Network
On this episode of Terror House Radio, Matt Forney and Bryden Proctor go solo to talk about the death of Rush Limbaugh, Helen Keller trutherism, and…
Felis, Part 1
I. Now. Before the sun rises, zero hour when the operator’s blood quickens, before the first rays of light strike over the horizon, four B-1Bs taxied…
“Life,” “Poet,” “We Who Are Forever Damned,” and “Requiem”
Life And we adhere to dreams… Resonating in the blue-green veins, Neatly coiled between the Sharp-edged bones carved out Of lust and mortal needs. We…
