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Month: August 2020

The lonely fanatic

By: Hassam Gul Amelie remained seated on the silk-coated settee, even when the train resumed her stranded journey if you are to call her remains by her name, a part in which I had full bearing. My mare snare, when…

Ageism: Women are never too old to experience it

By: Connie Woodring This article focuses on ageism and its effects on women and society. Women over 40 typically concern themselves with menopause, mid-life crises, caring for their elderly parents and perhaps face lifts.  Ageism and becoming old and vulnerable…

Poisoned

By: Deogratias Kagali Malicious intents,All over the invitation,Bad be done right,Plan of evil must be laid. The invited pride clouded,Showing off a habit.Feet of fragile clay,Astray their path’s destination. Full of oneself,Made it even easier,For evil to conquer,Destruction be a…

Making Allowance

By: Carl “Papa” Palmer Pleased with my brand new door lock knobs,chrome, smooth, tapered, anti-theft,no ridge to grasp with a coat hanger,I swing shut the door to my truckwith the keys dangling from the ignition. Knowing the doors are locked,I…

A lunch

By: J.D. Diaz After closing, when all the diners and most of the staff were gone and he was done cleaning his station and knives, he helped Javier with the dishes and mopping the floor. They had a smoke by…

I wait

By: Melissa Graham I wait again.I am not your expectations.I wait for you to feel me, hear meI wait for you to seenot my hairnot my skinbut the soul that lives within.I am not unbreakableI am not replaceableSomeday you will…

‘Postcard from a Forgotten Town’ and other poems by Jim Brosnan

By: Jim Brosnan Postcard from a Forgotten Town I wrote phrases,fragmentsof thought,so manymiles awayas I recalledtrain whistlesbreakingevening silenceand headlightson the nearbystretchesof highwaypassing overwinding hillsas I now watchlingering embersleapfrom a fireplaceas snowflakestumbleacross the lawn. ### Landscape of Reminders Sleet splattersthe windshieldof…

Cat and Sparrow

By: Dr. Piku Chowdhury The crouching fluffy feline graceWould eye me with some carelessnessThe frisky fallow fright of sparrowIn my narrow harrowed pace.Constant feline surveillanceOn my stealthy subsistenceTrying to scrape some rhyme or senseOff the tacky correctness.Between kitty on the…