Death by Dominoes
A Short Story By William Van Poyck When the assassins come they kill everyone. That is what you…
August 3, 2012A Short Story By William Van Poyck When the assassins come they kill everyone. That is what you…
August 3, 2012by Thomas Bartlett Whitaker Part 4 can be read HERE It would be highly illogical of me to…
August 1, 2012by Thomas Bartlett Whitaker Part 3 can be read HERE In an essay on Proust, Samuel Beckett wrote…
July 27, 2012By Reginald S. Lewis A cold, blustery wind blew furiously through Graterford maximum-security prison in Collegeville, Pennsylvania. I…
July 20, 2012by Christi Buchanan Adoption is a cold, sterile thing. No pomp. No ceremony. A child is born, a…
July 14, 2012By Michael Wayne Hunter “Hunter,” a guard shoved mail through my cell bars. No one knows I’m here,…
July 6, 2012By Thomas Bartlett Whitaker Several months ago, I had to write a short paper on the 17th century…
June 30, 2012by Santonio Murff “Umm . . . excuse me, miss.” I halted the sensuous stride of the six-feet…
June 22, 2012By C. Michael Lambrix They haven’t come yet, but I know they will. For days now I’ve anxiously…
June 15, 2012A critique by, and of, Jeff C. “You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things.” Maybe it…
June 11, 2012