Columns by Kellee Kranendonk: To Fluff or Not to Fluff Figures of Speech Genres Is Your Story Market Ready? Making An Editor Happy Break the Block Part 1 Break the Block Part 2 Break the Block Part 3 Don’t Forget Your Eyeball Warmer Tips NK, or Not Kidding Only God Knows… Spelling Counts When Rules [...]
Browsing all 25 posts in Issue 9.
When they put the shells up to their ears, that’s when we get them. We slide from our hiding places and strike. Hear the ocean? Nope. That’s merely the sound of us sweeping down the ear canal. From there, it’s easy to wire ourselves directly into the brain, control everything. We started small, so as [...]
The moon coils around her wisps of fingers drunkenly, falls into her mouth with a tinge of greed and she drinks from the forbidden pool. In this pool lives a demon, say the stories, but her ears are raw with the words of fools. The moon is in her mouth and she breathes in cool [...]
In the gray city night, we stretch, tall lamps lost in fog above barren streets. We spread our muffled light in triangular patches through mist that moves in the wind like snow, blurring our bronze poles. Above the low, late-night murmur of machines, our chilled metal boxes purr the deadly hum of sleep— sentinels whose [...]
Dressed like a piece of skin on wings, I spread soot on my face and jump into the fire so compact, its red ray rises deep into the sky. My legs burn like logs, flames spread wings on my spine, my face contorted with pain. I dream of sleeping with a backless woman, her tongue [...]
I scan the blue-green globe of Earth as I perch, breath held, upon the Moon waiting for the sunrise. Glowing swell of golden fire breaks like tide that washes the distant sphere, like long- reaching fingers on ethereal hand. Why was I dealt this losing hand that exiled me from native Earth? A sinner, once, [...]
Space stations are the hub of the universe ideal training grounds for graffiti artists the in-place to show off transformer limbs or to swap interplanetary passport stamps. It’s a known fact that in space stations more aliens have been propositioned than at interplanetary conventions. And, ninety nine times out of a hundred, food found in [...]
They stand crooked Grey giants The teeth of a great beast now mouldering beneath the earth They say on special nights Things happen if the moon is full the fog low combining to bleach the air white Together we sneak out past burning torches and the watchful eyes of village wardens standing guard against the [...]
This incredible issue features an eclectic mix of work from poets all around the world: Scotland, England, India, Germany, and of course, the United States of America.
There used to be an ad on TV for frozen cakes. In it was a couple who each seemed to be doing their own things and ignoring one another. Rather than making me want cake, it made me want to scream at these people. But I realized it was somewhat of a reflection of today’s [...]