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Re-Pub: Finding Shapes. By Robert Cole. Painting by Maureen Barten. Check it out: https://cicatrixpublishing.com/finding-shapes/
Written by Robert ColePainting by Maureen Barten November 19, 2019 Originally published January 8, 2017 (cicatrixpub.com) Lawrence has a degree in crime science, says Kathryn. I have a degree in ma…
Re-Pub: The Shower Curtain. Words by Chris Logan. Art by Pollyanna Jaime. Check it out: https://cicatrixpublishing.com/the-shower-curtain/ #flashfiction #illustration #literaryfiction
Story by Christopher MaloneIllustration by Polly Lin November 12, 2019 Originally published January 8, 2017, on the previous cicatrixpub.com Aaron, Leaving you this note is all the courtesy I can m…
New story and photography out today: THE CZAR CRIED: https://cicatrixpublishing.com/the-czar-cried/
Words by Mir-Yashar Seyedbagheri Photography by Guilherme Bergamini Tuesday, November 5, 2019 Nick proclaims himself czar, if only in his mind. He needs pageantry to be the centrifugal point of his…
Poetry by Chris Jansen:
https://cicatrixpublishing.com/poetry-by-chris-jansen/
Tuesday, October 29, 2019 The Things I Cannot Change The woman in the blue paper dress creeps along the dayroom wall, holding to the safety rail, though she is not unsteady. Theo comes calling down…
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Poetry by John Grey: https://cicatrixpublishing.com/poetry-by-john-grey/ (Sans artwork)
Tuesday, October 22, 2019 THE PLANETS COME HOME Hugged by knees, a cello leavens the notes of tranquil Venus. Toward the rear, virulent hands batter a bass drum, boom the cannon of Mars. Twenty…
Poetry & Art by GingerCochranArt out now! Read it here: https://cicatrixpublishing.com/poetry-and-art-by-ginger-cochran/
Magnify, 2018, mixed media, 36×36 inches Strange Language I am creating lines tonight. Squiggly and curvy lines. Stains of paint. blasts of color. I am laying them out and trying to decipher. …
Sonnets by Lenore S. Beadsman with #photography by @deniseelf
#sonnets #poetry #literature
https://cicatrixpublishing.com/sonnets-by-lenore-s-beadsman/
Sonnets by Lenore S. Beadsman, photos by Denise Elfenbein: https://cicatrixpublishing.com/sonnets-by-lenore-s-beadsman/
Check out, "The Mustache" by Mir-Yashar Seyedbagheri, artwork by Joey To: https://cicatrixpublishing.com/the-mustache/
Nick tried to make his father see the truth of things: He was a writer. He wasn’t his father, whose principles were shaped by cynicism, drifting with the tides of self-gratification.
New #poetry by @amirahalwassef with #photography by @brianbarbeito out now! https://cicatrixpublishing.com/poetry-by-amirah-al-wassif/
First new publication in what seems like forever!
Poetry by Amirah Al Wassif Photography by Brian Michael Barbeito
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Words by Amirah Al-Wassif / Photography by Brian Michael Barbeito Far as the Sky The Sky Far as the sky close as a wish we all those sailors who never caught their fish Far as the sky close as a wi…
One of our editors, Brian Michael Barbeito is a fantastic photographer, as you can see!
Any #artists #photographers willing to share their work alongside #shortstories and #poetry we have waiting to be published, please hit us up!
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Some wounds heal, some are just well hidden.
Poetry and stories are coming. Stay tuned...
The 17th Day. Written by @epiphanyferrell and illustrated by 5-year-old Samira Tanabe. Check it out: https://cicatrixpublishing.com/the-17th-day/ #flashfiction #shortstory #illustration #youngartist #onlinepublisher
NEW STORY: The 17th Day by Epiphany Ferrell and Illustrated by 5-year-old Samira Tanabe! Read it now: https://cicatrixpublishing.com/the-17th-day/
Written by Epiphany Ferrell Illustrated by (5-year-old) Samira Tanabe April 2, 2018 Gary and Chops were great friends, had been ever since Chops licked Gary’s nose some 14 years ago. Gary had been …
Written by Epiphany Ferrell Illustrated by (5-year-old) Samira Tanabe April 2, 2018 Gary and Chops were great friends, had been ever since Chops licked Gary’s nose some 14 years ago. Gary had been married once, didn’t like it. What he did like was that his routine was his routine, and when Chops came along he fit into it without trying to change it. [ 782 more words ]
https://cicatrixpublishing.com/the-17th-day/
Written by Epiphany Ferrell Illustrated by (5-year-old) Samira Tanabe April 2, 2018 Gary and Chops were great friends, had been ever since Chops licked Gary’s nose some 14 years ago. Gary had been …
Written and Photographed by brian michael barbeito
September 17, 2016
I’m Bob. My long name is Robert but there ain’t nobody that uses it but my mom. And she uses it when she is mad. These days she is mad. I made a big mistake. But I think there was nothing that could be done. My friends call me Bobby sometimes. [ 1,271 more word ]
https://cicatrixpublishing.com/crossing-county-lines-with-a-broken-heart-or-how-i-learned-to-misbehave-by-ruining-state-property-the-night-my-darlin-left/
Written and Photographed by Brian Michael Barbeito September 17, 2016 I’m Bob. My long name is Robert but there ain’t nobody that uses it but my mom. And she uses it when she is mad. These days she…
Written by Ada Jones
Photography by Robert Shaffer
October 22, 2016
I. A fortnight and a few wild instants ago she sat all pale and blonde in the floral chintz chair painting her bitten nails in rouge. There was a phone call, a tremulous voice, and the sound of rain. She ironed and mended his shirt, laced up her brogues and then, eyes closed, stepped out into the storm. [ 411 more words ]
https://cicatrixpublishing.com/family-album/
Written by Ada Rocca Photography by Robert Shaffer October 22, 2016 I. A fortnight and a few wild instants ago she sat all pale and blonde in the floral chintz chair painting her bitten nails in ro…
NEW WORK published:
Words & Photographs by Charles H. Rammelkamp
March 3, 2018
The Cement Floor “Death waits for these things as a cement floor waits for a dropping lightbulb.” – Saul Bellow, Herzog Marla arranged the home hospice care, the palliative services, nurses, aides, the lawyer, the insurance, and, yes, the priest, his soft insect body sheathed in wings. She knew her mother believed. [ 1,086 more word ]
https://cicatrixpublishing.com/pain-poems-by-charles-rammelkamp/
Words & Photographs by Charles Rammelkamp March 3, 2018 The Cement Floor “Death waits for these things as a cement floor waits for a dropping lightbulb.” – Saul Bellow, Herzog Marla arra…
By Jennifer Lothrigel
August 6, 2016
Doily Your ornamental body placed atop a bare surface, avoid being spilled upon or worse, empty with no fragile collectibles to display. Hide cigarette burns and the rings from the bottoms of sweaty whiskey tumblers. Intentionally reveal only small openings between a complex woven façade. Showcase your finest crystal vase. Protect smooth silent space… [ 514 more words ]
https://cicatrixpublishing.com/poems-pictures-by-jennifer-lothrigel/
By Jennifer Lothrigel August 6, 2016 Doily Your ornamental body placed atop a bare surface, avoid being spilled upon or worse, empty with no fragile collectibles to display. Hide cigarette burns an…
Written by Timothy N. Stelly, Sr. Painting by Maureen Barten July 16, 2016 I woke up in what I thought was a ghost town. The gray suit I wore blended with the color of the sky. There was no one on the street and the only thing heard was the crying wind. Riding on it was the stench of old buildings with ripped, filthy curtains. [ 682 more words ]
https://cicatrixpublishing.com/walking-while-black/
Written by Timothy N. Stelly, Sr. Painting by Maureen Barten July 16, 2016 I woke up in what I thought was a ghost town. The gray suit I wore blended with the color of the sky. There was no one on …
Written by Richard Fein, Illustrated by Adam Adam Valentin Villanueva July 2, 2016 DEVOURING In a field with grass taller than me and myself trapped claustrophobic, confused, very confused, lost actually and wandering in circles in a tangle of weeds, I stumbled upon a haunting image or was it just a moment of discombobulation? As I parted that tall grass before me… [ 1,148 more word ]
https://cicatrixpublishing.com/seven-poems-by-richard-fein/
Written by Richard Fein Illustrated by Adam Villanueva July 2, 2016 DEVOURING In a field with grass taller than me and myself trapped claustrophobic, confused, very confused, lost actually and wand…
Written by S.F. Wright Illustrated by Joey To June 18, 2016 He met her on an online dating site. She was tall, had green eyes and dirty blonde hair, and had just broken up with some guy named Todd. They met for coffee; afterward, they went to her apartment. The next three weekends he took the train to see her. But the fourth weekend she said she was busy. [ 2,224 more words ]
https://cicatrixpublishing.com/guy-number-seven/
Written by S.F. Wright Illustrated by Joey To June 18, 2016 He met her on an online dating site. She was tall, had green eyes and dirty blonde hair, and had just broken up with some guy named Todd.…
Written by “Old Man” Ray Scanlon Illustration by Pat Jones May 1, 2016 Cheryl and I are dreading these last few yards―so easy to know the right thing, so hard to do it. We’re here to pay our respects to an aged friend. We’d had word that he’d been in the hospital for a couple of days, and had been released so he could come home to die in peace. [ 1,054 more word ]
https://cicatrixpublishing.com/as-i-am-now-so-shall-you-be/
Written by Ray “Old Man” Scanlon Illustration by Patrick Jones May 1, 2016 Cheryl and I are dreading these last few yards―so easy to know the right thing, so hard to do it. We’re here to pay our re…
Written by Sean Cahill Illustrations by Colleen Cahill October 6, 2015 “I want to start by saying that I’ve been doing this for a while and in the twenty years I’ve been on homicide I’ve never seen anything quite like this.” My deposition in the case of the Mills Family Murders was a long time coming. I’d had plenty of time to prepare. [ 2,011 more words ]
https://cicatrixpublishing.com/love-notes/
Written by Sean Cahill Illustrations by Colleen Cahill October 6, 2015 “I want to start by saying that I’ve been doing this for a while and in the twenty years I’ve been on homicide I’ve never seen…
Written by brian michael barbeito Painting by Maureen Barten February 5, 2016 I am Hayden Pomegranate. If I go to where the roads veer away from cities I can see the sprawling countryside. Perhaps one born and bred in the rural world seeks a metropolis. He or she might see such and muse; ‘Now that is where I shall find something.’ Maybe that person looks at the buildings and the electric lights, the highways and byways as it were, and sees potential for intrigue and drama or even something as flowery as love itself. [ 1,845 more word ]
https://cicatrixpublishing.com/where-the-shadows-meet-the-sun/
Written by Brian Michael Barbeito Painting by Maureen Barten February 5, 2016 I am Hayden Pomegranate. If I go to where the roads veer away from cities I can see the sprawling countryside. Perhaps …
Written by Cheryl Gates Photography by Brian Michael Barbeito September 5, 2015 Twelve o’clock Wednesday. It was a short drive from work to the hospital. Lunch traffic was busy but light. Trying to find a parking space in the four-story garage was always a challenge, regardless of the day or time. Casey smiled and waved at an old man. He motioned he was leaving and that she could have his spot. [ 1,311 more word ]
https://cicatrixpublishing.com/parking-space/
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Written by Cheryl Gates Photography by Brian Michael Barbeito September 5, 2015 Twelve o’clock Wednesday. It was a short drive from work to the hospital. Lunch traffic was busy but light. Trying to…
Good morning, Omer! Another one from the archives. Please enjoy this wonderful story by Max Hockley and Polly Lin while we prep the new submissions coming soon!
Written by Max Hockley Illustrated by Polly Lin August 8, 2015 April 17th, 2004 was a typical day for most people; doctors doctored, butchers butchered, mothers mothered, and bikers biked. It was b…
Written by Max Hockley Illustrated by Polly Lin August 8, 2015 April 17th, 2004 was a typical day for most people; doctors doctored, butchers butchered, mothers mothered, and bikers biked. It was business as usual, a typically typical day. For Omer Shomroni however, it was not. For his entire life, Omer Shomroni was a bum. He was a genuine waste of space. [ 1,968 more word ]
https://cicatrixpublishing.com/boker-tov-omer/
Written by Max Hockley Illustrated by Polly Lin August 8, 2015 April 17th, 2004 was a typical day for most people; doctors doctored, butchers butchered, mothers mothered, and bikers biked. It was b…
Our interview on Duotrope! https://duotrope.com/interview/18674
Go to the listing for this publication List all editor interviews Tweet this page Edit answers (editors only) Editor Interview: Cicatrix PublishingQ: Describe what you publish in 25 characters or less.A: Pain, suffering, healingKelly Kusumoto, Senior Editor on 09 February 2018 Read other answers to....
A blast from the past: https://cicatrixpublishing.com/lifeline/
Polly Lin
Written by “Queenie” Marie Faulk Artwork by Polly Lin July 11, 2016 Today she isn’t screaming like she usually screams. Usually, it’s a pleasurable moan as she cries out for more. Usual…
Written by "Queenie" Marie Faulk Artwork by Polly Lin July 11, 2016 Today she isn’t screaming like she usually screams. Usually, it’s a pleasurable moan as she cries out for more. Usually, she has had up to ten different clients by now. She only calls them clients when she’s talking to me as if fifteen is too young of an age to understand that she’s a whore. [ 1,250 more word ]
https://cicatrixpublishing.com/lifeline/
Written by “Queenie” Marie Faulk Artwork by Polly Lin July 11, 2016 Today she isn’t screaming like she usually screams. Usually, it’s a pleasurable moan as she cries out for more. Usual…
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Cicatrix started in 2013 in Brooklyn, NY as an all-around literary site. After publishing over 50 stories and 60 works of visual art, Cicatrix decided to go on hiatus in 2016. Now, after refocusing and rebranding, Cicatrix is back up and more determined than ever to bring the best stories and art to avid fans of Flash Fiction, Poetry, Illustration, Painting, and Photography. This time with themes that reach into the deepest parts of the soul, so that we can release pain and suffering, and begin healing.
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