By: Rachel Chitofu I’m bewraying the head at the backof my neck. 360 degree rotation.The human door mat, skull sculptedbut unhued—thread of pointers. Redalarms. Beach shells. footprints—racially unspecific; lead tothe local store.An unravished pourof coldblack beer Mr Brown knowswhere it’s…
By: Sherzod Artikov The existence of other seasons is a lie There is only autumn in this world,darling. (Shukhrat Arif) I was late for “Le Procope” restaurant. Maftuna had already arrived and was sitting at a table, flipping through…
As the world celebrates Book Lover’s Day on the 9th of August, the online language learning provider Preply released a report on The Most Translated Books in the World. Preply has compared 195 countries and researched the most translated book…
By: Kusumita Kanango KISSING YOU // KISSING THE MOON Kissing you, I thinkwould be like kissing the moonTouching my lipsTo the dusky horizonAs you come upAnd lingeringTill dawnSteals u away. Kissing youTasting the myriad ofEons oldManhandled emotionOn your silken tongueGetting…
By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Lost Sagacity By sounding smooth or inviting, sagacity often vanishesAmong words, turns of phrase, weird little expressions. Consider; a surfeit of depression, weight gain, glandularTrouble, fatigue can be sourced to rhetorical brouhaha. When fighting “monsters,” one’s…
By: Bruce Levine They all gathered after the storm to assess the damage. Only once before, as far back as anyone could remember, and probably in all of recorded weather history, was there so much intensity for such a prolonged…
By: Duane L Herrmann PHOTOGRAPH TRUTH Young woman lookingutterly uninterestedat the tiny formsucklingat her breast.No emotional connectionor responseto her first born.What is she thinking,impassive face,towards this childof her womb?There is no joy,no amazement or delight. What a hell it becamefor…
By: Carl Papa Palmer Army Buddies He starts in on one of his“that reminds me of when”war stories he’s repeatednumerous times over timeto us fellow retirees at his table, but this particular onehe’s busy telling us nowis his third time…
By Mike Hickman Back when Betty Boo was still Doing the Do, and I’d no idea what doing the do meant (which should tell you everything), I’d linger in Our Price and I’d look at the albums. And this was…
By: Josh Brown Even before you read a single poem you know, this is something special! There’s the intriguing, quirky title and the 69 acknowledgements listed at the end. Not a dreary collection of names that mean nothing to the…