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Poetry

By: Juairia Hossain Someone will livein the quiet strokes of my paintings,in the whispered ink of my pages,a soul I’ve never met, yet always known. Someone will breathebetween my untold verses,within the colours I have yet to name,a part of…

Poetry

By: J.K. Durick The Call They said they’d call whenthey got there, so you waitpretending you aren’t worriedknowing you have no controlover this and many other thingsin the lives of the people aroundyou. So they’ll get there or theywon’t. They’ll…

Fiction

By: David R. Topper Note: This story is the sequel to Mud: Shtetl to Shoah, published in the Winnipeg Jewish Post & News, September 2023, pp. 34-38. As in Mud, the format is a dialogue between me and my imaginary…

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Poetry

By: James Aitchison Why tears?Cry out insteadfor the silence.Achieve releasetoday from all thatstifles your soul.Your true selflives on this earth,but is not of it,untouched by anyvestige of strayhurt or emotion.Open the petalsof your soulto the light.

Poetry

By: Jim Bates Dreary windy rainPuddles form on muddy pathsDucks very happy. March blizzard blowingWind-whipping snowstorm madlySwirling like crazy. After the snowfallSoft white blanket covers the landtBeauty unsurpassed. Sunshine snow meltingAfter the storm birds singingTwittering with joy. One goose flying…

Poetry

By: Richard LeDue The past used to be heavy as a bookI always wanted to read,but instead found solacein making sure it was visiblefor the people I thought I neededto impress, while the apathetic dustweighed me down even more,like I…

Fiction

By: Joan Slatoff They should have private waiting areas at this clinic. It’s embarrassing; everyone knows why we’re here.  There’s only the two of us in reception at the moment, me and that girl in the corner chair. I used…

Fiction

By: Donna Gum Jenkins would have given in to despair long ago, living with his miser of a daughter. Mary Sue wanted him to sign over his wealth, which Jenkins refused. He didn’t know what he would do without Amelia,…

Fiction

By: Duane L Herrmann     The young man was eager to buy his first house. He had heard that you could get a good deal at a house auction. The house might need work to fix it up, but if…