“Feral” By J. T. Townley

         When I realized the thing might be chasing me, I ducked into a small courtyard. The light was dim. A sticky smell sweetened the air. It wasn’t long before it rolled right by without paying me any attention. Yep, exactly. But it wasn’t just any donut. I mean, yes and no. Your basic chocolate glazed, …

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“A Blood of Bottles” By Deborah-Zenha Adams

The vultures on the riverbank pay me no mind. I’m mobile flesh and my height barely equals their wingspan. Neither treat nor threat, I don’t deserve their attention. Vultures are carrion eaters, feasting upon carcasses that litter the land. They like their meals dead, slightly tenderized, and ideally herbivorous. These vultures are gathered on the …

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“taken to private areas & harmed” By Jason Emde

thwarted by typhoons & no ferryto Aka Island till maybe tomorrowwe rent a car & driveto the Former JapaneseNavy UndergroundHeadquarters — Okinawa meansrope over the sea — hacked deep in the hill in ’44 by soldierswith pickaxes & hoes & ropebaskets for haulingthe dirt to the surface,450 meters & notoilets & now here comes the Typhoon of …

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“The Ancestor” By Lee Matthew Goldberg

         Smitty runs a small operation. Not quite a commercial fishing boat like some of the others based along the dock that go out for days at a time. It’d been him and Old Charlie for the longest time. But Old Charlie’s rheumatism had gotten really bad and he’s known in town as a pretty miserable …

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“Crushed Crickets” By Hamza Naseer

In my silent meditation, hushed words quiver and mutter, begging for release; to be unleashed from their confines —rattling their chains in a crescendothat cannot be left unforeseen or unheard. I bend my head to these words. The trees prostrate themselves before the figure that is formed. The date is chewed and shared with the …

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“Mirrors: A Conversation” By Allison Goldstein

You see it again    as    glass,     the daylight's shifting    alliances each view          a mild     dissection slivered    in        shadow how quickly  the silver eye    absorbs    every flaw or       sideways        glance you search           the raw sea     for approval, water     holding      its breath, in darkness            your skingreen              eyes gray clouds       lost     in shadow what will you find,    seeking shelter beneath——— this bending     surface? A slight breeze         the curtain shifts — you float   through      light,     the image               skews. Now beige,  now         pink. I …

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