By: M. Taggart A piece of mind is a funny thingflecking out among the trees Somewhere we leave a laughlooking for a smile Came home with a bag of sunshine asking you to not write. However, nothing is like your…
By: Franklin Powers Frank had worked at Premiere Marketing for a few years now and had been promoted to Vice President of Sales. He spent a lot of time at work, neglecting his wife and kids. He had brought his…
By: Mark Tulin The Next Beatles Song I keep waiting for the next Beatles song sitting by the radio in my psychedelic bedroom. I know if I hear it first, it will be groovy and I’ll be totally in awe….
James G Piatt’s collection of poems ‘Solace between the lines’ oscillates between darkness and light
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Dr James G Piatt’s poetry collection ‘Solace between the lines’ is up for grabs. Dr Piatt’s latest collection of poems, travels the roads between spirituality and chaos, war and peace, and darkness and light. The poems are personal and philosophical,…
By Grant Guy pretty buy floyd knew water made itself scarce that summer the cattle withered to skin & bones the sheep were sold off the land was parched ranches foreclosed but like time the banks were eternal & found…
By: Carson Pytell Artist Nature cannot help herself, But we pay no mind. And less. What is the punishment for stepping on the Gioconda? Or farting louder than a nocturne? Freedom. Onto snare roofs she brushes rains, Into cornet sky…
By: Ramprasath Through the porous space, passing of the space fleet PHOENIX appeared like a drifting meteor. After 40 years of cryosleep, the programmed cryosleep chambers allowed the inhabitants to wake up as the fleet approached the configured destination. Planet…
By: Alan Berger His first kid at forty. Yell ya why. With all the things he did as a Tadpole and got away with, risking his life on water towers and railroad tracks and railroad tunnels, joyriding and crashing trucks…
By: Lisa Suess A boy eats a pear – the sweetness of the fruit absorbs all his thoughts, he does not think about tomorrow, he does not think about whether democracy is over or his pension plan or whether pensions…
By Samuel Ekanem As the only human figure in the void corridor, Inem Ikang paused and wondered at her shadow cast on the corridor walls – the corridor her only possible passage, walls made of plywoods. She’d never imagine this:…