Brent Robison lives in the Catskill Mountains of New York with his wife, a maker of fabulous masks. His fiction has appeared in over a dozen literary journals and several anthologies, and has won the Literal Latte Short Short Award, the Chronogram Short Fiction Contest, a Fiction Fellowship from the New Jersey Council on the Arts, and a Pushcart Read More …
Episodes from 2023 JOIN EMAIL LIST Episodes from 2023 JOIN EMAIL LIST The Bohemian Adventure Author: Tom Newton Episode 23121 December 10th 2023 View Text » The Night Crier Author: Michael Cook Episode 23111 November 12th 2023 View Text » Overlook Author: Paul Smart Episode 23101 October 15th 2023 View Text » In Flames Author: Read More …
The Ancient My first meeting with the Ancient was also my last.   It was in a private reading room in the library of the small university where I serve as an adjunct professor of English. My specialty is in medieval studies; but, as the call for such “archaic” disciplines in the days of this Read More …
Mr. Moreno’s Shoes Luis Moreno ate his own shoes—both of them. It wasn’t as if he was adrift on an ocean, alone in an uncovered boat, driven half mad from drinking brine and from the radiation of the sun beating down relentlessly upon him, with no food but his shoes—in other words a desperate act Read More …
An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge A man stood upon a railroad bridge in northern Alabama, looking down into the swift water twenty feet below. The man’s hands were behind his back, the wrists bound with a cord. A rope closely encircled his neck. It was attached to a stout cross-timber above his head and Read More …
Effects and Causes It was late at night when he got home. The outside light was off and it took a few seconds to find the keyhole. The door creaked open and his hand reached knowingly into the darkness of his house, as if into a glove. Then he felt along the wall for the light Read More …
The Tunnel Diner Headlights flickered past the windows, moving west from the Holland Tunnel. We were the only customers in the diner.   Ashton had asked me why I came to New York, but I countered his question with one of my own. “What about you? How did you end up here?”   He laughed. Read More …
Locus Amoenus As you drive northeast through Dutchess County in upstate New York, farm scenes strike calendar poses: leaning barns, well-tended white Victorians, winding roads tunneling through overhanging maples. Then, round a bend, a vista breaks open upon hilly patchwork fields and cow-dotted pastures, with many layered hills growing progressively mistier in the farther distance. Read More …
Sophie Last Seen The initial sight of the living room was always a shock, as if she’d forgotten how she’d left it. She inhaled sharply. Years’ worth of ephemera and objects were stacked in overflowing boxes that lined the perimeter of the room then turned into a mazelike pathway shoved next to the couch and Read More …
Wasted For 24 hours after his world imploded, Nate lay in a St. Vincent’s Hospital bed, alternating between moaning like a homeless lunatic over Sheila and swearing at various masochistic Attack on America marathons, as a platoon of overworked Samaritans tested and treated him for respiratory system dysfunction. Every so often he could smell the Read More …
