[by J.M. Young]
How did I get here?
We had made the choice that ending our engagement like mature adults was the best course for the both of us. We weren’t good for one another, in that way. Ethan took a job as a professor in Boston. I refused to leave my photography business in Tennessee. Long distance was torturous. He has a daughter ten years my junior who hated my guts. He made me cry almost every time we were together. The list goes on.
But we were good in the sack. Continue reading Promise
[by Bethany van Sterling]
“The duende never repeats itself, any more than the waves of the sea do in a storm.” – Federico Garcia Lorca
She could hear the peaks and falls of the notes twirling through the air, as she turned the corner in the cold, musty vestibule of the metro station. Two cobalt eyes glanced up from his instrument, not once, but twice. Continue reading The Return
[by Ingrid Garcia]
Andro Gyne’s shape-shifting glitter suit was running at full throttle as be floated through the corridors of her kleptocracy’s Piercer of the Void. The outfit flowed from ballerina outfit to ball gown, from skirt to skirt suit to tuxedo with a fluidity that matched Gyne’s effortless traverses through the sexes. Continue reading Pirates for Life
[by F. J. Bergmann]
After The Unwitting Rival, Kelli Hoppmann, oil on panel, 2008
He has polished his sharpest horns
especially for the occasion. She is all
nipples and snowflower lace. He swells
with pride or some such deadliness. Continue reading Scrutiny