By Mark Kodama When the wrought iron gates of St. Mary’s Industrial School for Boys swung wide, George was just an unwanted reform school boy destined for oblivion. But George Herman Ruth could play baseball better than any other…
By: Stephen Faulkner I walked from where it all took place with a steady gait down a dark and humid street. Darkness enveloped me like a shroud, like a fetid blanket pulled around me, hiding me. Still her eyes found…
By: Alexis Zarco SeesawThe rustic seesawof sun bleachedblues & redssat trapped in itsbeginnings. Green wildgrass& yellow wheatgrow in betweenthe wooden seats. Childish giggles& small footstepsechoing in the empty spacemocking the young’unswho are all but grown. ### The Life I Deserve…
By: Jesse Wolfe Aubade Her brown curls heaped on the pillow,the comforter sprawled below her breasts.She fled into her magazine. For a minute, motionless, he stood.Starlings chattered in the walnut tree. * * In days they decided on a baby.It…
By Alan Berger Islands in the streamFrom Cold Spring HarbourTo the village green Mouth full of marijuanaFrom TorontoTo Tijuana HeyI’m not a good travelerI don’t have the sight seeing stamina Death may be not what it seemsIt could be the…
By: Anupama Mishra But I forget this in madness,Now the childish tender feelings of mineare on obstinacy strike,To go to such place where it was at a timeWhen immaturity was at its prime,All the things had an element of wonder.But…
By: Prashil Kumar It was a nightmare for Emily. Musaffar refused to let her go overseas to work. The job offer had come all the way from Venice, Italy. And although her contract would only last ten months, Emily would earn…
By: Jon Carter truth be told I left her house quietly,stale alcohol on my breath. I thought it wasbetter to leaveher bones behind melike a man. my pockets were full ofbleeding emeralds.I lit a cigaretteand exhaled under the yellowstreet-lights. it…
By: Rehanul Hoque Leaves became yellow and then shed in winter.Scarcity of Magnesium and lack of water turned leaves pale enoughto shed, this is what I knew.But I loved the trees without knowing all theseLike them soared high enough to…
An epistolary story that keeps the reader engaged.