By: Ruth Z Deming She’d kept his photo at the bottom of her jewelry box, under her stunning wedding ring that bastard Stewart had given back, after the four children were grown. She took back her maiden name, Goodland, had a…

By: Johnny Gardner What I write is supposed to explain me But to limn is to betray me; how I portray my life, Revealing me, for who I am underneath. The sides of me most would never see, but believe. I…

By: Michael Fryd The Social Order Police arrived in the nick of time before she had a chance to set the house on fire, and took her to the Holding Facility. This was her third violation and she wondered what would…

By: Ian Fletcher Night is falling drawing the day into its own oblivion a day like all days unique, irretrievable by word or image or the world’s recall. So it is with me for my night falls and my oblivion calls….

By: Richard Tattoni “Don’t you like it here, Dick?” asked Dr. Everything-Will-Be-Alright. It was the oldest hospital in the city. I was in the emergency room. To be honest, there wasn’t a hospital room on the planet where I would want…

By: Prashil Kumar When I turned nineteen, grandfather took me to a neighbouring village. There, he introduced me to a random family and informed they were going to be my inlaws soon. I had no option but to obey. “Yes, Grandfather.”…

By: Minako Biedenbach My boyfriend always lies right to my face My ex has a nice new car and it’s black It’s time I put my boyfriend in his place And if he’s smart then he’ll shape up his act I’m…

By: Minako Biedenbach I’ll jump on a yellow canoe to get to the zoo to the zoo who knew get a new hairdo then go back to the parents no that won’t do I’ll live in shack they won’t fight back…

By: Yevgeniya Przhebelskaya  Jesus’s disciples asked: teach us to pray. Today, crying or cursing, we seek “Our Father …” Our careers are thorny, we reap backstabs, gossip and sin. Our daily bread is hormone filled protein. Our enemies who are not…

By: Yevgeniya Przhebelskaya In death’s chokehold of despair and ranging fire of desire, in smashing murmur of the world, “Look for the Savior” I’m told. Who heard Nathaniel’s secret prayer, And called him out of despair? Who saw Zacchaeus on a…