I watch as Sammy breathes on the glass, fogs it up. With a finger, he writes BEHIND YOU in the condensation. The bus parks at its next stop, and Sammy, his hoodie hood up so he resembles a ghost, slap...

July 2026 Preorders will be signed by the author and shipped out in June/July 2026, accompanied by a bookmark and a bonus micro-chapbook of the author’s poetry. I loved  Submarines  fo...

by Ross McMeekin...That lack of definitive explanations isn’t dissimilar to the questions many of us have about God, in the sense that God by definition can only be described insufficiently.

"Like grazing a live wire, ELECTROCUTION IS A PORTMANTEAU seizes you and doesn't let go. An assemblage of poignant, funny, and utterly devastating rock 'n' roll histories and electric-chair mythologie...

Mitchell Nobis is a writer and K-12 public school teacher in Metro Detroit where he lives with his family and dog. He is the author of The Size of the Horizon, or, / Explained Everything to the Trees ...

Sunset at Shadowcliff Lodge, Grand Lake, Colorado

I watch as Sammy breathes on the glass, fogs it up. With a finger, he writes BEHIND YOU in the condensation. The bus parks at its next stop, and Sammy, his hoodie hood up so he resembles a ghost, slap...

Sand and Gravel is a small but mighty press dedicated to the miniature. We publish pocket-sized collections of flash fiction, standalone stories, and poetry.

This Stone House It’s curious. The rocks have faces. There’s Mother in bed, too blue to rise, a crack in the foundation. Father, all show, as decorative as cornices. Siblings, gone: My older sister…

I didn’t see the loneliest tree in the world reaching out to me that morning, remember the conceptual popsicle stand the color of then that afternoon or hear the lo-fi moon static-crackling on my radi...

The midday sun filters through blinds and dust motes as I walk into the empty fencing salle. The noise from the city streets melts into the creak of polished wood and the high- pitched hum of the over...

I watch as Sammy breathes on the glass, fogs it up. With a finger, he writes BEHIND YOU in the condensation. The bus parks at its next stop, and Sammy, his hoodie hood up so he resembles a ghost, slap...