When I tell him autumn tastes like apples, he brings me a bright red delicious the next day, pressing it into my hand without a word.
Stories and Poems
Here are some stories and poems from Every Writer. Much of our stories and poems will be moving here in the future.
The Tattoo by Michael Clark
Poem: Communion by CJ Landry
Occasional writer, often wanderer, horrible speller, broken thinker,
incessant lover of all things ineffable, neutral evil and serious
about it.
Returning to Paradise
Manash Firaq Bhattacharjee is a poet and writer. His poems have appeared in World Literature Today, Rattle, The London Magazine, New Welsh Review, Mudlark, Acumen, Hobart, Glass: A Review of Poetry, and other publications. His first collection of poetry, Ghalib’s Tomb and Other Poems (2013)
Transit and Transients: Las Vegas
A familiar face entered the bus, bending like a willow tree reaching for water. Reaching into his boot, he pulled out a wad of bills, slipping a $20.00 into the fare machine. “Gimme a day pass and keep the change.”
Blue
I just saw Dr. Mason. Now I know. It’s all happening too fast. Just two weeks ago, I finished training for our town’s Volunteer Fire Department. That’s when we got a call. My first. A house on fire. Neighbors said there were still people in there. We went in as best we could through the…
Arithmetic
Arithmetic by Pat Raia A dozen misunderstandings at least one hundred slights Thousands of small indignities that can’t be overlooked – A million brand new chances to get to alright – Your heart is no accountant – but mine is [wp-post-author]
“The Writer” by Eric Robert Nolan
Eric Robert Nolan’s debut novel is the postapocalyptic science fiction story, “The Dogs Don’t Bark In Brooklyn Any More.” It was published by Dagda Publishing on November 19th, 2013, and is available at Amazon.com both in paperback and for Kindle.
GNAW
Paul wasn’t sure he could eat the hand of a fellow human being, but he was dying…. He took out the pocket knife with frost bitten fingers. Opened it. Held her hand a long time. Her flesh was pale. The painted fingernails looked like bloody claws. He shuddered. He definitely would avoid the fingernails. Still…
Small Talk Will Be the Death of Us
After 10 whole minutes of silence that’s all I had to say. What makes so unfortunate is that it has become the norm. How did two people who connected over their mutual hatred of small talk wind up being so fluent in this nonsensical language?
Martin’s Conscience (The Dog)
Martin’s driving fast and reckless. A bottle in his hand. His teeth clenched in an angry snarl. It started this morning. Late for work at the telemarketing company where his sales are down. His boss came in and fired him.
Delivery
Darren Tanian stared wide-eyed at the party planner, a short bald man in a green polo and khakis named Chico. Darren said, “What do you mean I’m not getting paid?”
Swallowing Light
Jonathan Douglas Dowdle was born in Nashua, NH and has traveled throughout the US, he currently resides in South Carolina. Previous works have appeared or are appearing in
Splash Splash
Gene Lass has been a professional writer for more than 20 years. He served as Managing Editor for KSquare magazine for most of its run. His work has appeared in Electric Velocipede, KSquare, and The Albatross. His first collection of poetry, Like a Moth on a Pin, done in collaboration with photographer Dawn Zellner was published in 2019.
What are We?
I wasn’t comfortable here, I should have just said “no!” The house was abandoned, and from what Kelly confessed to me while driving here, made me angry.