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SHAY SIEGEL is from Long Island, New York. Shay received a B.A. in English from Tulane University in New Orleans where she was a member of the Women’s Tennis Team. She recently completed an MFA in Fiction at Sarah Lawrence College. Her writing has appeared in The Montreal Review, Burning Word, Mouse Tales Press, The Cat’s Meow for Writers and Readers, The Rusty Nail Literary Magazine, Belleville Park Pages, Black Heart Magazine and Extract(s). Her website is <a href=”http://www.shaysiegel.com/index.html”>www.shaysiegel.com</a>. Read more →
WILLIAM WRIGHT was born in Leeds, England. His fiction has previously appeared, or is forthcoming in The Chicago Tribune, The Delmarva Review, Drafthorse and The Rathalla Review; he is also a regular contributor at The Chicago Book Review. William currently lives in Chicago, IL. Read more →
Kara Vernor‘s stories have appeared in Wigleaf, Hobart (online), The Los Angeles Review, Monkeybicycle, [PANK], and elsewhere. She was a Queen’s Ferry Press Best Small Fictions 2015 finalist and the recipient of an Elizabeth George Foundation scholarship. More at karavernor.wordpress.com. Read more →
Kevin Maloney is a writer living in Portland, Oregon. His debut novel Cult of Loretta will be published by Lazy Fascist Press in May 2015. His stories have appeared in Hobart, PANK, and Monkeybicycle. Find more at kevinmaloney.net. Read more →
ALISON RUTH was a feature writer for the popular music magazines Creem, Rock, Rock Fever, andWavelength. Her short stories have been nominated twice for the Pushcart Prize and have been published in J Journal, Kestrel, Southern Indiana Review, G.W. Review, Tulane Literary Magazine, and forthcoming in Confrontation. Her first novel, Near-Mint Cinderella, published by Aqueous Books in 2014, was nominated for the Pushcart Prize. Her second novel, Starlight Black and the Misfortune Society, was published by Prizm Books in 2015. Read more →
The gunshot echoed through the woods. Connor whirled around, his fly rod smacking against the tree branches. He was well downstream, but he was still in the woods that belonged to Montfort Farm. The shot had come from the falls and the pool that Connor had been fishing in. A posted sign on a nearby pine tree glared yellow, a… Read more →
Comus Marvidakis is a dead man. He is not dead in the fact that he is a rotting corpse. He is dead in the fact that he is absent. Somewhere outside this barbed-wire enclosing of the colony—across a plain, through a tangled brush, over lake or sea—is a place where he once belonged, but is no longer a part of.… Read more →
The question that plagues all leaders: how do you maintain control? There are those leaders whose solution is compromise. Except that it really cannot be called a compromise – it’s complete submission. Submission in the most reversed sense. These leaders bow and grovel to the whim of millions of masters. They are strung-up on chicken wire and forced to dance… Read more →