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Little Warrior Brother by Gabe Keith [Excerpt]

Little Warrior Brother by Gabe Keith is available on Amazon in both print and digital format. Her paws scrape against the road’s surface as she slowly hobbles up to the back end of my post. My bunkered position rises from the middle of the road in a half-assed tower of stacked sandbags on top of […]

Airplane Lady by Kathryn Brostowitz

It was my first real experience on an airplane. I was five years old and I had dreamed of flying since I first knew what airplanes were. Imagine, being up so high! I sat near the window, looking up and out at the blue sky, so much closer to the clouds than I ever thought […]

Fragile Things by Janine Canty

Our almost baby is conceived on tacky brown hotel sheets. His father and I are a frantic tangle of limbs and teeth, leaving bite marks and saliva against each other’s throats. The next morning we stop at a Rite Aid and buy Doritos and condoms. Four weeks later we buy an EPT. My bladder is […]

LITERARY ORPHANS ISSUE 26: Letter From The Editor

Dear Orphans & Orphanettes, The best moments in time are solidified by music. Wherever we are, it’s always surrounding us, impacting the big (and little) events of our lives. Whether it’s the muzak lulling us to sleep in the elevator or the classic tune in the bar the night we make one decision that will […]

Mind Canyon (Mind Cañon) by Edward Nugent

Though it is early, the sun is intense and promises a withering day ahead. I swing my hydration pack onto my shoulders, adjust the drinking tube, and take a swallow from the bite valve. Picking a path through what appears to be widely spaced chaparral should be easy, but there is actually little open space […]

The Fiddleback Archives: NOW LIVE

In February, 2014, I was in contact with Jeff Simpson, the Founder and Editor of THE FIDDLEBACK with an idea. An idea that was hatched while Scott Waldyn and I were discussing the Literary Orphans namesake. After watching a slew of literary journals go offline, and how in many cases the writing on those sites […]

Never Enough Air by Sarah Sandman

My father has been trying to die for more than six weeks. The active stage of dying for him means air hunger and mental distortion. It means trying to control the minute details of his tray table, and succumbing to a morphine-induced sleep. It means not enough air–never enough air. My mother said the nurse […]