edificeWRECKED

Short Stories
"Notes on Morbidity:Cancer Wife Phones Cheating Hubby" by Ann K. Ryles

I’ll cradle the phone to my shoulder and look at myself in the motel mirror, taking off the red beret that has become my favorite cancer clothing (poor, ill-fated chapeau) and I’ll long for my long, lost hair almost as much as I long for him.

"The Philosophy of Charlie Parker" by Elaine Chiew

My brother stares at me solemn. Nuh uh. Hinckle’s not gonna visit for sure. He found a poem on the bus. He sent God to tell me.

"Contents" by Robert Edward Sullivan

And if you do use a crayon, certainly don’t use Burnt Sienna, you fool.More

Flash Fiction
"Shoes and Socks" by Axel Finn

Drinking until his eyes rolled about like the olives in one of Dionysus’ martinis, he’d then go out to sputter silent sermons at the moon, his face on fire with broken prophecy, writhing on the lawn like a poisoned parson.

"Beyond the Horizon" by Nancy O. Greene

Heat travels from the ground in constant waves, the earth still baking even though the sun rarely shines through anymore.

"Election" by Sean Ruane

Re-read your letter, I say. Re-reading sometimes makes things stick.

"Backstory" by Ron Burch

I reach my arm around to the lump which now has grown to the size, and what feels to be the weight, of a grand piano.

"Rejected by Normalcy" by Jamie Lin

Mrs. Collins asked me if it was a burnt glob of Jell-O, blackberry maybe. She laughed while she said it so I stabbed her private part with a pencil.More

Poetry
"Parched Lips" by Don Coorough

But the wide-eyed pleas
will not grant absolution
to overweight motorists

"Of Daughter" by L. Ward Abel

Catch me when my hands are open,
when my cries
gather stars and face the hoards ...

"What We Were Eating" by Amanda Reynolds

The same cook
flipped the pastrami last year, and you tell me
there isn’t enough salt. More

Debris
"Seeing Artist Kip Bauersfeld" by Leigh Hughes

To see more of Kip's art, please visit his WEBSITE.

"An Interview with Artist Deena Warner" by Michelle Garren Flye

To see more of Deena's work, please visit her WEBSITE.

That Hell-Bound Train by Deena Warner

News and Updates
"the time has come..."

...to say goodbye. I really, really hate this, but it's true. It's just time. We've been doing this for 4 years now and I truly believe that it's time for someone else --someone new and fresh-- to take our place in the ezine world. Our traffic has never been higher and I'm consistently honored by the quality of submissions we receive by the dozens each and every day. So it's not that. It's just, well, I don't know. It just feels 'right' to close up shop. I think that if you keep at something for too long that you become static, weighted in the past, and incapable of creating new and exciting things. That's where I think we are.

Don't get me wrong - everything we've published WE LOVE. Our writers and artists ROCK , all of them, and this truly has nothing to do with anyone but me. I need to change to become new again. And I want to go out while still on top.

I hope you, our beloved readers, will understand. The subs have been closed but we will stay up for a couple more months so that our authors can access what they need through our archives.

Questions and Comments are welcomed at our blog: http://edificewrecked.blogspot.com

or you can send me an email at editors (at) edificewrecked (dot) com.

I truly love you guys. Thank you for EVERYTHING.

XOXOXO,

Leigh