The Go Ahead | “Forrest is a force to be reckoned with.”

John Prine might have thought about writing a song at some point about a lucky fellow who records a number one hit but dies before he can hear it on the radio. Tongue-in-cheek irony and a deep reverence for our fragile human predicament seemed always...

Sometimes it’s not what you do, but what you fail to do. An oversight that seems insignificant at
the time can mean the difference between life and death. It is easy to look back with the clarity of
years or the wisdom of new-fangled technology and hold us in contempt, but in truth it was a...

Irish crime writer Eoin McNamee on style, voice, and the imperative to be renegade
There is perhaps no greater, more perplexing, and ultimately rewarding journey for the writer than the long enterprise to discover one’s voice – or at least the voice we’re most comfortable using in public. We are influenced by our teachers and mentors...

Short fiction originally published August 2011 in Issue #21, Bloodlotus Journal
By CB Forrest
It ends with a man so deranged by love that he taints the soup at the wedding of his formerly betrothed. The soup, of course, was traditional Italian Wedding Soup. The sentence was eighteen months. The death count was zero, but a majority of the guests...