Fox King by Bogdan Dragos

the fox didn’t like to be petted, didn’t agree to her touch it thrust its head back and bared its fangs and constantly licked at them as if sharpening daggers in preparation for a counterattack “Oh, you’re difficult to love,” she told the fox. “But that’s why I desire you more, King. With your crimson…

Swing and Howl back at the Gods by Bogdan Dragos

The sun no longer hides behind hills because there are no more hills There’s only buildings. One taller and wider than the other Our parents told us that this city is growing, expanding but as far as we see it’s only doing so upwards We are still young, still harboring hopeful visions that one day…

Better Go Back to Sleep by Bogdan Dragos

the body awakens once more without the mind’s consent It’s evening Slept through the whole day and another night of staying alive stretches ahead more hours of wondering when will it end, when will it all be over already Uh, not the time to get out of bed yet. Better sit and think about the…

Hot Car by Bogdan Dragos

“The safest way to kill a small child,” she told him, “is, of course, to leave it in a hot car.” He scratched his head. Thought about it “Since you didn’t murder it directly,” she went on, “and only due to pure ignorance, your punishment is going to be almost nothing.” “But, wouldn’t it be…

Muses aren’t only for Writing by Bogdan Dragos

“Muses,” he said, “aren’t only for writing and painting, and stuff like that. That’s just what the world likes to believe. But me, I use my muse as inspiration for pranks. This is my art.” A few days ago he dressed in ragged clothes and got his face dirty with soot and went around a…

Odysseus by Michael L. Utley

I saw Odysseus sprawled on the sidewalk between The squalid little deli and the boarded-up All-night video place whose weather-stained Posters advertised GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS Amid obtuse indecipherable graffiti and A fallen constellation of multi-hued shards of Broken glass that crunched underfoot like Bone fragments The patina of snow about him Pristine in its absence…

Silent Underground by Bogdan Dragos

a guitar with two broken strings and a ragged hat with a few coins and bills and a young girl’s faded photo was all he left behind the metro station was silent now like a page from a book you had to look closely and start reading to hear the noise And they all did…

Nowhere Slow by Bogdan Dragos

Oh God, here she comes again by my window with her dog on a leash and now the noise begins It’s not barking. I wish it was barking but instead it’s crying, making those whimpering sounds children make when they try to hold a cry in The full cry of some creatures is like the…

For Courage by Bogdan Dragos

“Getting drunk to write is stupid,” she said, “not to mention utterly pathetic.” And I said, “Yeah, I agree.” “Good. Then why are you drinking now?” “Well…” Shit, she got me. There was nothing I could say. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. There was still so much about existence that I…

Wear Gloves if you have to by Bogdan Dragos

funny thing was that they were still kids yet they loved each other much like grown people did They ran behind the barn and behind a haystack and he had his hands wrapped tightly around her neck and squeezed hard and moved like he tried to unscrew something stuck It left some nasty red marks…

Jar of Bugs by Bogdan Dragos

he rides a rusty bike in the cold night sliding like a fish from alley to alley He’s going up the hill again All he’s got on him besides his clothes and the bike is a thermos filled with coffee he got from the vending machine at the mall coffee bought with money earned from…

The Wraith by Tea Solon

haunts at every tick of the clock with every empty words of chaste love comes and goes at any time in broken shadows on tainted walls of the fragile mind feeds on chills in the marrows of the haunted as sharp snow clothes the environs at baleful winter. To defeat darkness is to accept and…

No Cash, Only Letters by Bogdan Dragos

“Got me a little crowbar and one of them ol’ school ski masks,” she said. “And just before it was about to go down, my pathetic-ass boyfriend punked out of it. I lost all my respect for the guy on that evening. I still love him, yeah. But I no longer respect him. It really…

Glass Shards in the Bloodstream by Bogdan Dragos

she still read random internet articles from time to time and it was in one of them that she found the good news It was below a post titled GOD IS LOVE that she didn’t bother to read the one she did bother to read explained that small shards of glass can enter the body…