Category Archives: Prose

By Cameron Brandy Last night I smoked in my dreams. It was a long white cigarette, like a Marlboro Light 100 or something. It was a vivid dream; I felt the warm tap on the back of my throat as … Continue reading →

By Erin L.C. Lowe I’m sitting in another doctor’s office.  This time I’m on one of the top floors of the Herlev Hospital in Copenhagen. The room I await in is cold and clinical with eggshell walls, white flecked tile … Continue reading →

By Jeff Harman Aspergers. Williams hadn’t really heard of it before. Technically he had, maybe in passing, or by some attempt by the national news networks he watched every night to bring “hope and awareness” to “those poor children and … Continue reading →

 by Jeffery White                       This may never find you, but I’m bound, it seems, to write if for no other reason than to relieve a chronic, low-order nagging. It’s been nearly eight years since we last spoke or saw one another. … Continue reading →