Phone Fiction’s Previously Published Contest

The staff of Alligator Juniper was recently notified that Joan Dempsey submitted a story to Phone Fiction for their Previously Published short fiction contest. Joan’s story Leaving the Ledges first appeared in the 2009 issue of Alligator… Read More →

Alligator Juniper 2013 Launch Event

Dream Wedding

Wow, it has been a busy week! This year’s Alligator Juniper is finally in the mail to all of our wonderful contributors and subscribers and we are gearing up for our Launch Party,… Read More →

In an Underground Bunker

Long it seemed to the mechanic that they had settled on prayer; but finally the words and their implications loosened, subsiding into the noise of the buzzing generator. . Mutilation, arson, anarchy: the… Read More →

The Seasonal Heart and the Soul

The planes fly by high and pollinate the skiesmy brow grew heavy in the thicketI waltz along infinite checkersand watch the traffic go by The season is openfor the heart from the soulwelcome… Read More →

TGIF

You wake to the dog puking on the floorYou let the dog out then pour food in his bowlYou prepared cinnamon rolls the night beforeYou also let the oven self cleanYou preheat the… Read More →

The Writing Practice, Part II: Methodology and Camaraderie

Reblogged from Potomac Review Blog: Guest blogger and Potomac Review Issue 52 contributor, Melanie Bishop, offers writing advice in three parts, second about methodology and camaraderie. The reason I’ve paired these two—methodology and camaraderie—is because… Read More →

While Eating Cookie Crisp Cereal

The corn was grown in a plot of land somewhere To the exclusion of all other life that might have been there fertilized with imported nitrates, modified genetically sprayed with synthesized toxins to keep other… Read More →

A Nomadic Existence

Like our ancestors We were once nomadic. We lived off Wonderbread, sunflower seeds and cigarettes. Nights sleeping in parking lots when the moon looked fuller in the light polluted sky. The impulsive nature… Read More →

“I left my words on the front step”

I left my words on the front step. Your kitchen smells of winter, the bedroom of spring. . . . -Zoë