Picks of the Month

February

Cherry
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An Ending

The cursor blinks steadily, beating out non-human time without mercy. I break its gaze to look out of the grimy first-floor window. Above the parade...

January

Gold cherry
Story of the week
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As long as sea beats on stone

The sleek body of the dive bomber plunged, the arc of its wingspan and tremendous feedbacked screech cutting the air around it to ribbons. The ships...
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Gold cherry
Poem of the week
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Triptych 1: Mass

Mother in a mantilla rubs her spit dampened handkerchief across a child’s face, not clean enough for God, who lives inside and judges us all. She...

December

Gold cherry
Poem of the week
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Hoc Erat in Votis (Poetry Monthly)

"How many raindrops?" - Mark Danielewksi
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Cherry
Story of the week
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Sadie (from "Ribbentrop's Chair")

Sadie As most married couples grow older and lust slips away, they learn to cling to each other like life rafts adrift on the ocean. Sadie and Marcus...

November

Gold cherry
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into the grey afternoon

In the woods with the child his impotent rage subsided some. He breathed deeply among the trees and crouched with the child by huge fungi and fallen...
Gold cherry
Poem of the week
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Autumn

A schoolgirl draws. An advert scissored from a magazine is transmuted into graphite — petrified by her sharp, light pencil. Lines for hair: rapid,...

October

Cherry
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Tattoo man

walks down street, shaved head bowed - shoulders slumped and leathered features weathered brown. Dog end loose between the yellowed digits - sucks...
Gold cherry
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Remembering Molly

This is from a series of prose vignettes I've written, all of which tie into one story. All entries from the series are semi-biographical, this one in particular reflecting a real situation and based on real people, one of whom was me and the other, a prostitute named Molly. It's rather long but I couldn't split it appropriately so bravo and thank you if you make it to the end!
Cherry
Poem of the week
Pick of the Month

Autumn Wasp

You have made of me an autumn wasp. The last yellow gasp of summer has been uttered and the air crisped around me, solidifying into acorns. A quirky...
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