Ode to a Dark Night Split Open by a Moonbeam || William Bortz
by William Bortz paint my lips with yours like there is no god worth fearing press me close like the god worth fearin…
by William Bortz paint my lips with yours like there is no god worth fearing press me close like the god worth fearin…
by Benjamin E. Nardolilli They asked me how I didn’t know, and I tell them he was quiet, he kept to himself, he paid…
by Rachael Hill Heavy quiet of the deep night hangs around me, do not disturb; I ease the wheels over the kerb, g…
by Megan Hamilton We became our own gods, the divine man on the stage with his microphone, a scalpel dissecting a s…
by Jay Rafferty In the spring we couldn’t tell cicada screech from frog call. Our flat perched over a sewer stream, a…
by Ayobami Kayode Child, saliva so white as snow is a deceit. What lies beneath a red tongue isn't always jewels, …
Fiery Scribe Review presents an interview with Elisha Oluyemi, co-editor of the PROFWIC Crime Fiction Anthology, Vol …