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Every Now and Then
By Mike Wicker Every now and then he would go to the pond behind the office building and light one up. He didn’t have to go outside. There was a lounge just around the corner from his office, and it would be years before people would become hypersensitive about second hand smoke and the like. [...]
28Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedJacked
By Phil Nova The midday Nevada sun scorched the barren two-lane desert highway as two men in beige and blue pinstripe suits and Fedoras stepped out of the back of a ‘52, black, four-door Desoto parked on the sand next to the highway. The taller of the two men was Big John Sullivan, a fifty-year-old [...]
28Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedGangling Ghost
By Ron Koppelberger Starved in vagabond tatters of ivory lace, tinctured by The searing eyes of a mistress in dark silhouette, Recklessly entwined by the corn silk of a gangling ghost, In sharp edges and grimace, in flowing legends of Wretched desire, the affected wont for burning pyres In passions clutch, avowed by an embrace [...]
25Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedMoments of Indigo and Gray
By Ron Koppelberger Beauty in banished secrets, kept in moon glow moments of indigo and gray, loved in revolutions gasp and infinite enchantments, Magically attuned to the pulse of flowing rivers In misty fame and mythical hold, akin to the flittering dream Of moths in eager interludes of cloaked ivy, spun in cocoons Of silk [...]
25Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedNight-Tide Hearts
By Ron Koppelberger Caused by the dreams of ancient tribes and forbidden Oracles in ash, the polished gem in reflections gaze, An adept sooth in motley arrays of blood, Borne amongst the tears of a quiet fear, raged beneath the Staid surface, the weary betrothal of Ebony sands and night-tide hearts aflame with The desires [...]
25Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Forest
By Dave Wilson Janette’s lungs were beginning to fail her, her breathing was coming short and fast, and she’d long since lost the feeling in her legs. She had to stop, she just had to, how long had she been running now? Half an hour, forty-five minutes? To her, it felt like forever…She’d lost Tom [...]
25Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedOff on a Tangent
By Ron Koppelberger He layed his hands on the wax edged emblem; he was an experimenter, a dabbler in the embrace of desires unbidden. A unique taboo in beguiling splendor, the image on the emblem, the seal, the divine construction of lines and wax lions in crimson exclamation, cried tears of wont, wont for the [...]
24Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Secret Sleuth
By Ron Koppelberger Winnow Folly stood in the midst of a tall commotion; a short middle aged adventurist, hair drawn in a taunt bun and pleated cotton skirt flowing in waves around her chubby ankles, she was a maiden at the wheel of a great mystery. The body was a broken bleeding pile of visceral [...]
24Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedEbony Swans
By Ron Koppelberger The preparation for the chase was faithful to the cause and the reverends decree. The entrance to the flock of caged ebony swans was chocked with the spectacle of kinship, nearness and common bond. The reverend opened the scarlet sash and payment to the soil fell in tiny cascades of ancient ritual. [...]
24Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedA Different Dance
By Georgette Graham Her feet knew the steps and fell into the light and graceful pattern easily. Her little satin shoes carried her across the polished floor, their pink roses peering from under her pink and lavender skirts. They swam through the waves of music that broke across the spinning couples. Still, her heart was [...]
24Feb2010 | Editor | 2 comments | ContinuedRequiem For Guitar and Voice
By James R. Coffey Izzy aimed his Strat and sent it flying. It teetered on the edge of the cradle–then rocked back into place. Staggering to the kitchen table he took a long pull from a half-empty bottle; his breath hit back like kerosene. Closing his eyes, he gasped sharply, falling into the old vinyl [...]
24Feb2010 | Editor | 1 comment | ContinuedScroll from Editor’s Crypt
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21Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedVoodoo Hyacinth
By Ron Koppelberger The compliment of forceful tendrils in silken sash, the mistress of wayward blossoms and bred betters, passionate tempests in birth, rummaged the bouquet of Hyacinth bloom for the midpoint caste of eternal exaltation and secret fray, it lay undiscovered in the midst, an amaranth in secret. She chewed the bitter acorn and [...]
21Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedLecture Hall Flows
By Ron Koppelberger The balance of endless fires branding knowledge and illusions of knowledge disturbed the doldrums of the students as a hush fell over the lecture hall. The professor paused. Nell Buckler imagined the promise of lunch and an afternoon smoke, a satisfying periphery of smoke whirling and testing his addiction, full belly, cupcakes [...]
21Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Flower Queen
By Ron Koppelberger Norman Theat greeted the flower queen with applause, nods and winks, mysterious ramblings in passionate excuse for speech; finally he flexed his brawn for her consideration. She trifled her frill lace kerchief for an instant. It fell to the floor and Norman grinned in response. “The poooovaaaateee of my sash is in [...]
21Feb2010 | Editor | 1 comment | ContinuedFebruary 14th
By Joshua Copeland Again, the skyscrapers conspire against you, They bend and arch to shadow you from the blonde curlicues of sunlight, To keep you corralled in the night of metropolis. The pavement bangs back and forth, from sidewalk to sidewalk, So walking is hard, you and your stumbling gait. The sewers overflow and spill [...]
20Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedX’s For Eyes
By Joshua Copeland A man, a thing—no face, just a living tuxedo and whetted canines —projected a film of the cosmos onto a bedroom window at night, a fireplace in a dark living room, and she, mater, flung a rock: shards of obsidian, fractions of spiral galaxies, pie slices of pink nebulae, and throat slits [...]
20Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedOut of Work
By P.D. Stephens “You are not understanding me,” he shouted. The girl behind the counter looked at him like he was the asshole. “I understand you perfectly. What would you like me to do?” “Get your manager is what I’d like you to do.” The girl behind the counter disappeared into a door next to [...]
19Feb2010 | Editor | 1 comment | ContinuedThe Alpha Follicle
By Trevor E. Donaldson The Tarken Assassin killed Holly first. Her left eye was still shut from the wink she had given me right before she died. It took mere nanoseconds for the alien’s mono-glazed talons to shred her into a half dozen pieces. A single lock of her raven hair drifted down from the [...]
19Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedDark Cellars
By Ron Koppelberger The bearing of places in dark cellars and spider silk Cocoon, the inspiring sun at night, by searing seas Of presence and passion, ministered in mysteries Of exalted prayer and sibilant snake hiss, a many in a few Borne of silhouette and crème, absolute, perfected by elusive whiskers And charcoal however, emergent [...]
17Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedRed Weeds
By Ron Koppelberger Indefinite in seasons of cloaked wisdom, Released by the bidden taboo of wretched wonder And meandering embrace, the sly beauty of beguiling senses In serene shadow and crimson droplets of perfumed nectar, From red weeds borne only for the garnish of Daisies and dandelion wild, A sodden whole perfected by the Mists [...]
17Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedBleeding Roses
By Ron Koppelberger The society of ancient dreams and elder egress, Bought by the shadowy pass of phantasms and eager Blessings in ashen gray silhouette, a whip-o-will wish In raven blue and crow black, by the lesser of the bond, Intimate in somber eyes of fire and twilight Embrace, the night bleeding roses and the [...]
17Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Devil’s Breath I Breathe
By Joshua Copeland Now, Left to languish in the Netherworld, Smashed by a surf of angry flame, The skeletal remains of many lie about, Some supine, some propped up, Some left to dangle in manacles, Shifting in the fiery wind Like black bone chimes, Like marionettes with a drunk handler. All coughed up and spit [...]
17Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedThe Taxi
By Joseph A. Graffagnino It’s 3:17 AM; a steady rain is falling, just like it’s been for the past two days. The night is black, even the street lamp is off. I wait in the darkened doorway for the “perfect one.” The “perfect one” will come, she always does and when she does I shall [...]
16Feb2010 | Editor | 8 comments | ContinuedThe Chinese Tattoo
By Kenneth W. Harmon Two drunken cowboys pressed close to the stage, their glassy red eyes fixed on Kayleigh’s ass. “Damn,” said the cowboy who looked like Will Ferrell with a Tom Selleck mustache, “I’d like to ride that all night long.” His friend elbowed him in the gut. “You couldn’t stay on for eight [...]
16Feb2010 | Editor | 2 comments | ContinuedDesert Summer
By Zachary Fitzner It’s summer; hot dry and hard. The course of growth has already been decided. A plant withers or flourishes now. It is too late to start a new love, it is a season for growing now, not planting. Something planted now would be a stunted, mean thing, baked by the glaring sun [...]
15Feb2010 | Editor | 1 comment | ContinuedHighway 306 into Mexico
By Tonnie Johnson They call me Thomas Whitman although that isn’t my real name. Whenever I hear someone say that everyone has a story a tell I can’t help but laugh, actually I never hear that except in movies. So far I’ve never really knew that to be true, sure I like hearing the occasional [...]
15Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedReality
By Jonnie Bard It’s lunchtime. That means it’s my time again. My time to turn off the database and turn on the browser. Shut down the air control. I don’t want the hum to distract me. Close out the city smog and bustle by closing the shades. It’s just me and the screen for an [...]
15Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | ContinuedIn the Dreamlands
By Jeffrey Cortina Even in the Dreamlands, he remembered that he loved her. Many parts of his waking life were blurred or forgotten there, but the memory of his love for the woman who slept beside him followed him into his dreams, stayed with him as he journeyed across dark seas and endless plains of [...]
13Feb2010 | Editor | 0 comments | Continued