Downstream by J.D. Hager

Upon purchasing their house, Ray and Melanie thought the creek was relaxing, rustic, serene, and all the other adjectives gleaned from that slick, glossy open house flyer. They didn’t consider the geographical implications of having a creek traveling through their patch of dirt. A creek was a low point in the surrounding topography, created by…

Resentsgiving by Todd Mercer

The whole family is psychopaths and reality TV bait. We’re utterly incapable of functioning without someone ending up crying or walking out into a blizzard under-dressed, just to get some air. I wonder what happens to the ones who do that. Though none of us ever wonder intensely enough to mount a rescue mission, a…

Grieving by Sarah McCartt-Jackson

You think you are fine, will always be fine. You braid your hair. You think about not washing the dishes. You buy a box of milk, sign and mail the burial plot papers, peel paint from the dining room chair, or address letters to your husband at the coal camp. Chickens peck at grit in the yard but…

Mental hospital by Ross Robbins

Mental hospital, my belly is blood in open mouths, only static comes back as they pin me, a contented glaze in a defective crystal, snap it back as they are scrambled here, white noise in the halls, no reprieve. Now Karen chain- smokes Camels, gripping them out in the halls. I have healed through two…

Two Flash by Brad Rose

Naked to the Waist Click to hear the author read this poem It wasn’t summer, it was heaven. I’d always wondered if death and life were the same? Wondered if angels got exhausted from flapping their wings? Sis said it wasn’t true that Eve was made of earth and bone and the salty backwater of…

Mr. Sugar Comes to Splatterville by Alex S. Johnson

“How’s business treating you, Mabel?” asked Gilbert Huncke. The retired 65-year-old publisher of the Bucky’s Folly Review eased himself gingerly onto a stool behind the counter. The proprietress of Mabel’s Pies slapped down a place setting in front of him and poured him a cup of coffee. “Oh, so-so,” she said. He could hear the…

illustration of Mr. Bean

Bomb Us with Your Prose Poems Tonight!

Attention, badass prose poetry writers! Tonight, from 8-9pm Central, CC is hosting a prose poetry submissions bomb. Follow the mayhem on our Facebook page: facebook.com/CeaseCows. Pull the pin out of your proems and throw them into our submissions manager for an immediate accept or decline (hopefully an accept!). Everyone who participates will be entered into…

A Familiar Stranger by Karla Cordero

I. Seven Words He’s always been a deep sleeper. She visits his face. Two flies surround the slight entrance of his mouth. She swats at their intrusion, only to find the corner of a piece of paper clamped between his lips. She tugs the paper delicately between thumb and index causing an opening of the…

Two Poems by Bernd Sauermann

Blue Passage If a sentence or a phrase causes friction, it is because someone’s words are taut like oiled leather. A blue – green stain fades like a bruise while land speed records are shattered at Bonneville. A rocking boat makes a boy cry because he hasn’t yet learned to speak the language of water.…