By Lawrence Krayn I was sweaty. With the dryness under my eyelids a dull constant aching, I glanced toward the radiator in her bedroom. It was under a fogged-up window, humming unstably. A steady flow of dry air continued to be released, turning my sinuses into barren scorches. Shit, it was hot. I wished the damn thing had a thermostat instead of just a dusty … Continue reading Her Name…

By Sharon Adarlo The drunk humid air can make one mad. Heat like a viper grasped and coiled around dark city streets and needled into the cracks of windows, doors and faded vinyl siding. Strange times, strange things were brewing in the blackness, in the brackish river. The moon was big and white. Its spectral light cast upon nearly empty roads and highways. How many … Continue reading Deep The River