The Waiting Room: Fiction by Harry F. Rey
The Waiting Room
Glasgow 2020
"Michael?” I call out into the waiting room. The smell of fresh paint and flowers is overwhelming, almost making me want...
It’s Not Over: Poetry by Mark J. Mitchell
It's Not Over
The NAMES Project in Atlanta
Just behind The Silver Skillet
past the parking lot, a seamstress
works—mostly alone—Names are kept
here—sorted, folded, catalogued.
Shelves are full and...
Zack: Poetry by Jeni Booker Senter
Zack
“I am become Death. Shatterer of Worlds.”
——Bagavad-Ghita
I.
I envied his flaming pride and his carelessness.
I envied the way he openly painted his nails Glittery Gold
And...
It Was Never Supposed to Be Ours: Poetry by Ben Kline
It Was Never Supposed to Be Ours
Our uncles were silent and buried,
the internet infant, drag queens
still used names like Fonda Peters
and bowls of free...
Soul Cowboy: Fiction by Cris Eli Blak
Soul Cowboy
by Cris Eli Blak
When my parents came to America in the fifties they had dreams bigger than their minds could understand. They wanted...
The Toe Incident: Drama by Katherine Gleason
The Toe Incident
by Katherine Gleason
Cast of Characters
SHE A lesbian, dressed in black.
HE A gay man, dressed in white and a red bathrobe
Place
The apartment...
The Handsomest Man in New York: Nonfiction by Patrick Mulcahey
The Handsomest Man in New York
by Patrick Mulcahey
Richard was the handsomest man in New York. Anyone who knew him would tell you the same...
Poz: Fiction by Norman Belanger
Poz
by Norman Belanger
Carey calls me. Since the latest outbreak, and self-quarantine, he now uses the phone to talk. We have conversations on the phone,...
My Friend Jerry: Nonfiction by Richard Marino
My Friend Jerry
by Richard Marino
My friend Jerry Lazier lived at 484 Hayes Street in the Hayes Valley. The apartment was on the second floor....
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Diagnosis Afternoon 1991: Poetry by Scott Hightower
Diagnosis Afternoon 1991
My talented older brother
was artistically intrepid
and expressive. As a painter,
he had begun to achieve
some recognition.
He was an oddly secure
and insecure bon vivant.
His...
