German Dario resides in Tempe, Arizona with his wife, two sons, three dogs, a guinea pig, many plants, and sometimes a fish. Recently...

🏆 Nominated for Best Short Fictions I knew him in the way you know someone from a bar where you’re a regular. But he’s not a regular;...

A sequel to Craziness Before the moon swells, and a god untangles a knot at my thighs, and my room smells blue in summer & mistletoe, my...

Raccoon problems are chucklesome. When garbage strewn across the driveway and the lawn reveal your raccoon problem, of course, you’re...

What was that? What was it? I recall reading it on the bluish leather couch while she was breakfasting at the kitchen table under that...

🏆 Pushcart Nominated I’m still not sure it’s legal. A young cop stopped us once, asked what we were doing, and when I told him, he...

I admit I’m freaked out about going under in two days to get big teeth from the back of my mouth pulled, and somehow this devolves into...

You’re standing by the side gate of your place, waiting for your son to come home on the first day that he’s walking home from school on...

Our Illinois college town was a complicated organism, the busy campus of Prairie State, way more than an educational institution. It...

The black dog died of blunt force trauma. It happened at dusk on the first hole, the shortest of the three-hole golf course that Mike...

It was common knowledge that Nairobi was one big bedroom. He came into her life when this fact no longer kept her awake at night. She...

John Simmons sat quietly on that stinking hot August day, listening to the wheels grind over the seams in the railroad track. Like a...

sanctuary by German Dario Piedrahita Abdala can be read in Issue Three. The poem “sanctuary” by German Dario Piedrahita Abdala was one of...

I tweeted a while back that “parts of my life right now feel like I'm in the early stages of a comedy film, where everything is totally...

When daddy went to the moon, I sat quietly at home, moonless. I thought to myself: I’d eat it all, and the crust of the earth, if I...

🏆 Pushcart Nominated Your body is the oldest house on the block now. Or so it feels. Its tall frame heaves from the cold push of winter....

by Gabriela Knutson It was a pleasure and a joy to select images from my collection and pair them together with the poetry, flash, and...

Dear Reader, Every issue of Five South not only represents the mindsets of our writers but the world at large. So, what’s on everyone’s...

In August of 2012, a couple of close friends and I embarked on a cross-country tour from Los Angeles to San Antonio. The three of us were...

Sam Wilcox is an emerging poet and artist living and teaching in eastern Tennessee. They are interested in materiality and form. When...