5 micropoems by Sugar Tobey | #thesideshow

At the Bar I sat at the bar between two men ones ear had recently been cut off he still wore the bandages and the other had one of his eyes put out we just sat quietly and drank as…

Eric Cline

In my last column I talked about fandom complaints, particularly in response to comics and movies that the fans in question would not even try due to their initial opinions and preconceived notions regarding the works’ quality. This week I’ll…

2 micropoems by  Alex Duensing | #thesideshow

The Experience Roughly Translates–Tumbling, the Clown Ponders… and Disappears. Each coordinate, every overlapping has a name and sort of quality. So, one might ask what help can come from a near nothing across the vastness of dimension— Is the outline…

Micropoetry by Leah Mueller | #thesideshow

                              airport do we circle the planet or does it circle us? i thrust my body forward, yet gravity doesn’t work, or perhaps it works too…

Kim D. Bailey,

“Dum spiro, spero.” -Cicero (While I breathe, I hope.) Life is a series of ups and downs, and sometimes we plateau in the between. Those in-between moments are sustaining, for the most part. We go along, day after day, drinking…

I need a Miracle by Ryan Dunham | flash fiction | #thesideshow

Franklin never left his backyard on Saturday mornings.  In the summer, he would fill his six-inch plastic swimming pool and try to part the water.  In the winter, he would ball up the snow and try to turn it into wine-flavored snow…

Michael Hetzler

Burned Out Burned out we Begin to billow, Afraid and yet determined to make our way. You notice show yourself our minds so often meet by accident on their respective wanderings Do you know how________ you are? I’m not sure…

Alex Schumacher

Another two weeks gone, another two weeks closer to the impending takeover of the American government by the clown of racist Oompa-Loompas past. A swirl of emotions has engulfed me lately, contorting my insides and testing the threshold of my…

The Fittest  by Sheldon Lee Compton | flash fiction | #thesideshow

FADE IN: EXT. OUTSIDE FLEMING’S GAS STATION – MORNING A tall man pumps gas into his truck while smoking a cigarette. Behind him, near the front door of the station, is a group of men watching the man. We close…

No Smoking by Mitchell Krockmalnik Grabois | flash fiction | #thesideshow

1. She forbade me to eat kimchi in the house. It nauseated her. I also had to smoke outside. I did those things in the damp chill while my wife watched TV. They say that TV shows have gotten stupider…