A Flash Fiction by Swetha Amit

Today on our @BendingGenres blog, @AmitSwetha0627 interviews poet/ author Beth Winegarner about her new collection, Swim Poems: https://t.co/oJQ4jh4Taw

by Lori Cramer Wide awake well into the night, the two tweens, side by side in glittery purple sleeping bags, giggle and gab about the careers they’ll pursue (choreography for one, cosmetology for...

Fiction / Nonfiction from XXXXX

Even if you’re someone who doesn’t “believe in climate change,” you know the weather has changed—it’s hotter; there’s less water, droughts, wildfires, floods, the ocean is warming, rising. Farmers …

Why a disco song about a Russian priest still brings joy today.

After he was laid off that summer, Dad began to shrink. The first thing to change was his voice. When he addressed me, he cleared his throat often, each cough deeper than the last. Mom blamed it on…

After he was laid off that summer, Dad began to shrink. The first thing to change was his voice. When he addressed me, he cleared his throat often, each cough deeper than the last. Mom blamed it on…

After he was laid off that summer, Dad began to shrink. The first thing to change was his voice. When he addressed me, he cleared his throat often, each cough deeper than the last. Mom blamed it on…

‘Transformation’ Urban Pigs Press is open for short story submissions! Mark Burrow will be running this one and the topic of choice is ‘Transformation’. Submissions should be between 500 and 1,500 …

Because Life is too Short to Read Bullshit

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If only I had known it would be the last time I saw Grandma alive, I would have stayed longer in her warm, spice-scented kitchen. The air always smelled of turmeric, mustard oil, and dried chilies.…

Swetha Amit’s short story collection, Sailing Paper Boats & Other Stories (Alien Buddha Press, 2025), is an earnest, poignant collage of stories that explore both the fragility and resilience of human...

Flash Fiction: Wedding Eve Jitters

Fiction by Swetha Amit. By the time Mark agreed to come to our regular New Year’s Eve horse riding retreat at Santa Margarita Ranch, it already felt like something between us had ended.

Fiction by Swetha Amit. By the time Mark agreed to come to our regular New Year’s Eve horse riding retreat at Santa Margarita Ranch, it already felt like something between us had ended.