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Friday Blizzard by Don Taylor

13 Dec 2017, Posted by JL Jacobs in Short Fiction

Art: Hanna Weitz FRIDAY BLIZZARD Weir’s Pumps, that’s where uncle Willie got me a start after I left Adelphi Junior Seccy.; aged fourteen, apprenticed as a fitter. Our tenement looked across the Cart, straight into the works. The foreman and Willie were in the same lodge. Well, that’s…

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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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Genetics: Haibun by Roberta Beary

24 Jul 2017, Posted by Editor in Fiction

Art: André Gonçalves GENETICS Your eyes are big and round like your father’s but while his are the color of the Irish Sea yours are the color of the muddy fields on my father’s land fit only for the peasants who worked them.   abortion…

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Running with the Yaks: Haibun by Bob Lucky

24 Jul 2017, Posted by Editor in Fiction

Art: Baptiste Charruyer RUNNING WITH THE YAKS   My friend is going blind. He’s known this for most of his life. It’s genetic and can’t be corrected. His father went blind the same way. Gradually the periphery disappears and you’re squinting at the world through…

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Dear Nancy Drew: Haibun by Roberta Beary

24 Jul 2017, Posted by Editor in Fiction

Art: Susanne Knapp DEAR NANCY DREW It’s me. Your newest author.   I’m here to tell you it’s time. To come out. Of the closet you’ve spent decades in. It must be getting old.   How long is Girl George willing to wait? Or is…

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