Your space reflects whatever goes on within

It betrays you, it baits you and it says

From all these overturned items

Flung and fallen, frayed and forgotten

You will find creative conductors

The other world looking out with faces

Only you see. Somehow here

You discover daring and dumbfounded

Divinity as you drag dirty socks

Spread eagle magazines to respective piles

A half dozen dog eared b...

They kill the messenger.

That’s a stone cold fact.

I didn’t ask to carry it

Nor did I have anything

To do with the bad news

I’m delivering, what’s more

Good News is never rewarded

Not even a bloody thank you.

The pay is lousy , no benefits

I pause to ruminate and rest on a rock

Realizing no one will look for me

If I never show up or go back

Nobody cares if the messenger is lost,

We are ...

Little Grimm fell under his brothers’ influence before he could speak; by five this blue eyed lad outdid the older boys, driving poor mother to madness with wild tales. At first all were amused his animated antics . He had a way of telling tall tales,that made you almost believe they were the god’s honest truth as he insisted.

Such a wee child weaving grotesque fairy tales was was disturbing . Mo...

Ava Gentry considered workshops and readings, contests and exercises as well as writing prompts beneath her. She was after all, a professional writer despite her lack of any notable success. She’d earned a BA and two masters degrees in literature and writing programs, the creative writing program being very competitive. She had beaten out thousands and been accepted with the department chair wavi...

We are awful short sighted creatures. We have a habitual aversion to what is inevitable. Happiness, for example, is not sustainable or constant. Sometimes we aren’t even aware we are experiencing it because people never know what they got till it’s gone. We avoid sadness, shame, dread, and all things we decide are unwanted.

We fail to descend that desire is the source of all suffering even when a...

Imagine all of us, the whole fucking world, flipping switches, fumbling for flash lights, lighting candles, cussing as we open fuse boxes, ask neighbors if there’s a another black out or Nuclear meltdown. The longer the lights are gone the angrier some are at PGE. “Bastards,” screams old ladies and rednecks. Wives demand to know what their husbands did with the money for the utility bill this ti...

The starlet was blonde. This was the word she embodied, with her big hair towering above her face like a carnal crown of spun sugar melting into the glittery, glossy colors of her heavy war paint. Her false eyelashes made her eyes droop , making her myopic curse even more debilitating as she stumbled around the suite groping for the corkscrew, as her manicured claws gripped a new bottle of someth...

Barbara Gordon was in a strange state, her usual pragmatic and perky personality was in shreds like her under things. She still stung from the night before. Wallowing in afterglow, the moony brunette was in her skin tight body amour, spike heeled utility boots. In dreamy repose, she hardly heard her father,use his key to enter her little flat beneath the library. He ordered his men stay in the ha...