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Volume 1: (October - December 2015)
Volume 2: (January - March 2016)
Volume 3: (April 2016 - August 2016)
Volume 4: (September 2016 - January 2017)​
​Volume 5: (February 2017 - January 2019)
​Volume 6: (October 2018 - January 2020)
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A Golden Yellow Cage
By J.J. Sinisi
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Did the people in a man’s life define who he was?

I didn’t love Cobb, I couldn’t. For all his kindheartedness he was still just another man in the club looking for attention he wasn’t getting elsewhere. I imagined my opinion of them was similar to the way a corrections officer views prisoners. They were human beings sure, but the location changed them, made them something else.

​That was the club for me. The front door might as well have had bars.
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Blondie Walker
Micro Fiction By J.J. Sinisi
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Mama always told me, men are good and bad, but if your blouse cut is low enough, they’ll all swallow their cigarettes if you ask pretty please. 

The Hardest Men
By J.J. Sinisi
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He laughed and the noise crashed around me in a steady, thunderous roll. 

“Is that all you got kid? The pillars of this city are ancient. Hard as brick and steel. And they’re stronger than any federal twit who thinks he can flash a badge and soften up the foundation.” 

He slapped the adjacent wall with an open palm. “Made of the hardest stuff in the world this city.”

The Tyranny of Defense
By J.J. Sinisi
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Timmy’s a real soldier, I tell her, fighting a real war in defense of a real nation. No snow on that battlefield. Timmy won’t understand. What I don’t ask her is why she doesn’t know this already. By now, I thought Timmy’s fists would’ve explained to her how he assigns blame in this world.