RETRO: The Four Faces of Daphne in The Schrodinger Girl
Ms. Brett has created a powerful novel that mirrors the disorienting, discombobulating essence of 2020 but which unfolds, in fact, in the late 1960s.
Fiction
RETRO: Twists of Fate: Blowin', Knockin', Tangled (Fiction)
For our readers’ pleasure, we present a RETRO short story of love, music, and mail....
RETRO: Twists of Fate: Blowin', Knockin', Tangled (Fiction)
For our readers’ pleasure, we present a RETRO short story of love, music, and mail....
RETRO: In the Mood! (Fiction/Excerpt)
This excerpt from the author’s novel FOR PARIS ~ WITH LOVE & SQUALOR occurs in 1943. The female narrator is in the Women’s Army Corps (WACs).
Four American Roommates: A Parable of 2016 (and 2017) (Fiction)
By Dara Lebrun A, B, C, and D graduated in June. A, from Akron, studied...
Flashbacks: Sonia Pilcer's Maiden Rites and The Last Hotel (Fiction)
When we asked Sonia Pilcer about cannabis and writing, she had only to direct us...
I Like Waking Up In Unfamiliar Places (Fiction)
From the perspective of a young, teenaged woman, by Mark J. WilliamsI like waking up...
RETRO: Surrealism 101: A Night in August 1944 (Fiction/Excerpt)
(This excerpt is from the author’s forthcoming novelFor Paris ~ With Love and Squalor.) I’...
RETRO: Pulp Fiction
The Godfather Before the 1969 publication of The Godfather made his fortune, author Mario Puzo...
RETRO: Teacher's Pet - A Story of Summer '82
By M. J. Moore“Go to my room for me, will you? There’s a...
RETRO: Cancer, Vance, and the Great American Novel
By M. J. Moore For Naomi Rosenblatt When American author Vance Bourjaily died on August...
RETRO: Once Upon a Time in Italy
By M. J. MooreDisillusion. Confusion. Inexplicable grief. All three leitmotifs dominate All Thy Conquestsby London-born...
Excerpt from 'Getting Off' by Jonathan Reiss
In our second segment ofThe Magic Behind the Indie Press with Instar Books [https://honeysucklemag....
Betrayal
I awoke on a bed of leaves and scattered branches tearing at my flesh through my shirt—itching and burning, scraping my skin raw. The sky was hazy with low-lying fog that obscured the treetops and swirled around the wilderness like curled fingers.
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