“Like a Running Moss” by Janna Grace

Like a Running Moss   Men were always rambling or rolling, moving on while we stayed— growing moss. Now though, Continue reading →

“Bottles Reflect” by Janna Grace

Bottles Reflect   He stopped drinking the day she left. Or did she leave the day he stopped? He wasn’t Continue reading →

“Sands” by Valentina Cano

The sands came every year, the sound of clashing swords and the sweet, orange smell of fire tangled in their Continue reading →

“1920” by DC Diamondopolous

A ray of sun struck the copper’s badge and bounced off, lighting up the voting box inside H. L. Drugstore Continue reading →