By: Brandon McQuade The Aquarium Because the car is in the shop, we walk in dead heattrusting GPS, until the aquarium shows itself. It appears to us like the sea on the horizon, a mirage;an oil stain on the concrete…
By: James Bates The last time I saw my Grandmother Sara I’d wheeled her down to the community room of Meridian Way, the retirement home where she’d been living for the last year and a half. “Is this okay?”…
By: The Birch Twins When finally we arrived after a breathless climb over wet grass, it was a miserable place drenched by constant drizzling rain that made the grass slippery and the rocks and ruined walls more so. Here were…
By William T. Hathaway Slumbering deep within you lies a serpent named Bhujagendra coiled 3 1/2 times around the sacral bone at the base of your spine in Muladhara chakra, your inner powerhouse. Awakening this serpent activates your kundalini, giving…
By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey I was lying with hernaked and panting with moanssoft and supple. . Far above the moon was strugglingto cuddle the wanton clouds. . A shudder in my loins passed . through my spine squeezingbubbles and shocks…
By: Linda Imbler Humanity’s Best, Shown From Within The Rainbow Neutrality, a green light,saying go, to your reflective mind.Refuse to take quick part in divided views.Roll things around in your head first,looking at every view,examining every perspective before you answer….
By: Ann Christine Tabaka The forests were burning, and nothing could be done to stop it. All hope seemed lost. Day turned into night as thick black clouds of smoke blocked out the sun. Days turned into weeks, and the…
By: CJ Delous From fetus to a handful of ashes; a brief flicker of light in the darkness;the thread of our existence,helplessly passing from past to future; contingent filaments entwinedwithin the infinite: Just another story,another way to escape the boringfact…
By: Zach Murphy Semisonic’s melancholy anthem “Closing Time” plays while Steve finishes up his last night as a security guard at HarMar Mall. This is almost too good to be true, he thinks to himself. The unsung hero gazes at…
By Mark Kodama I. I own a used bookstore off of Hollywood Blvd. It is not much to look at but it is mine. There always seems to be customers in my store even on a Friday night, well…