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Month: February 2021

Red

By: Harvey Huddleston He’d been there a few times before, the BARC shelter.  It stood for Brooklyn Animal, then whatever starts with an R and Center.  The R might be for relocation or reassignment or rehabilitation maybe.  He never liked…

The Clinch Brothers

By: T. Peer D. C. Damen entered his detective section beneath the proclamation, Our day begins when your day ends. Beyond a rather pragmatic occupational dictum the homicides, suicides, and accidents stuffed a macabre party pack with the hostility, futility,…

on dying stars

By: Dora Nicolic nebula The day the sky split open, a swirl of dust, gases, and atoms suffocated the horizon. And the sky, well, she inhaled and took in every ounce of the atoms. She was left to expand, and…

Shadow Lake Snow Snakes

By: Carl Papa Palmer  Not the inviting cotton candy snowscene on a holiday greeting cardor sparkling fluffy flakes floatingsoftly in the shaken crystal globe, These wind whipped ice shards blown,thrown, stinging, not sticking, hurled,swirled across bare brown ground likelong white…

Dehumanizing Demise

By: Amol Narayan Jadhao We have no nerve left to feelThe sofa felt the tiresome limbsAnd the ‘human’ fondled the road to rootsThe covered (mikes) mouths and shielded (cameras) eyesTelecasting the live bare pangs and sheer pains Has-beens of pavements…

Lockdown

By Ellis Shuman They were seated two rows ahead of me on the half-empty plane and without seeing their faces, or knowing anything about them, I could tell that they were totally out of their element. What was it? The…

The Subtlety of Symbolism

By Theresa Gaynord The color white usually coversfeatureless walls, but when snowfalls and settles on the bough oftrees, it’s a recipe for awakeningthat is strangely comforting, likea white note, slipped subtly beneatha door, or the creak of a metal door,opening…

Bicycle Built for Two

By: James Bates A tandem bicycle was the last thing Liz and I bought before she left me for her personal trainer, a muscle-bound guy named Zeke. “I’m never coming back,” she told me as they drove off on his…