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Fiction

By: Don Tassone      I’d been walking for about a mile on the Binghamton Trail alongside the Chenango River when I came to a bench and decided to rest for a moment.      A middle-aged man, older than me, was…

Essay

By: Aritra Basak The first time I learned about random walks, I dismissed the concept as an academic toy. Left or right, heads or tails—it felt like a game for people with nothing better to do than count coin tosses….

Fiction

By: Eugen Oniscu From childhood to his thirtieth year, Robert Ciubotaru had lived only for brawls, thefts, and scandals. As a minor he had even spent a few years in a reformatory school. If anyone had told him life could…

Poetry

By: Bruce Mundhenke The Seven Stars The seven stars are old.Many eyes have gazed at them in the night,their pattern constant,beacons of light.Almost eternal,but in time,only the Old One will remain.All else will pass,except for what He chooses to retain….

Poetry

By: Camela B. Gabia “A Message to Max” In my hectic busy day,I always hear your laughter far away.Each work I do, each step I take,I can feel the ache of the time we forsake.The hours seem so long, yet…

Poetry

By: Harrison Cashmere The Market of Closed Eyes I woke and went straight to the market,Drunk with drowsiness, intoxicated by fatigue.I drifted here and there, sleepilySearching for humanity among the stalls.My eyes were closing; sunbeams foughtTo open them for a…

Fiction

By: Matt Mercado             I had just broken up with my ex. It was my first breakup, which meant I handled things poorly. To make it worse, we were still living together. A precarious financial situation meant shared captivity was…

Fiction

By Andrew J. Schmidt I have always found the night a welcome companion. A sanctuary. Beneath the pale light of the moon, the world seems muted, calm, as though holding on to its breath, and the mind is freed from…

Poetry

By: Srinjaya LahiriWe met in the warm colours of spring. In the hues of golden, blue, and pink. Our first meeting transpired in congenial formality. Our eyes met, but with restraint. Then, what began with a cordial smile, slowly graduated…

Poetry

By: Jim Bates New garden plantedSoon new fresh veggies will growNature’s smorgasbord. After somber rainPretty morning glories bloomUnexpected gift. Belief they will growCarrot seeds planted with careFaith in Nature’s hands. Big bright midnight moonWorldly silvery moonglowSuch lunar delight. Lovely twilight…