Suicide Sprinting
written by: Mickey Mason
depression is the wind blowing out your flame, every time you go to spark it lit--to the point you no longe...
The Last Dance
written by: A Stump
They’re all here. They think I’m going to die now. Blake lay in his bed, his eyes unblinking from the stroke he h...
What if Snowflakes Don't Fall in Winter?
written by: Michelle Ayon Navajas
What if snowflakes don’t fall in winter?
and fresh buds don’t bloom in spr...
Smoking Out Agent One
written by: Michael Grotsky
In the Sierra Madres, Morrison met somebody who called himself a journalist. Between shots of mesc...
