By: Linda Barrett I. “Dudley’s Stella. I know what you’re talking about,” The e-mail read. Mirabella Reid gazed at it, sitting back in her office chair. Only eight words. Her boss walked past her with a sidelong glance. “Are you…
By: K.E. Semmel Twenty years ago, during my aborted attempt to get an MFA in creative writing, I submitted a story for a workshop. It was about a middle-aged man who witnesses the neighbor’s teenage babysitter having sex with her boyfriend—an experience…
By Michael Lee Johnson Ghost I Am Here is a private hut staring at me, twigs & branches over the top— naked & alone. I respond to an old 60s doo-wopsong: In the Still of the Night Fred Parris and…
By: Suchoon Mo so long agoin that small townso far awaya young man was playing a violinaloneSarasate’s Gypsy AirZegeunerweisenin that small house so long agoa raging civil war cameand a young man diedshot by a firing squadthe young manwho used…
By: Carl Papa Palmer The ringing interrupts watching the football game.Both phone and remote sit on the couch beside me,I grab one blindly, hit a button and my TV turns off. Finding my phone I listen to the recorded message.Some…
By: Jim Bates Across the cosmosJupiter shines and ignitesA flame in my soul. Cold windy gray daySleety rain changing to snowTurning gardens white. Almost like a dreamThe moon rises casting lightSo gloriously. Magic autumn lightGolden electricityRe-charging the soul
By: Ann Christine Tabaka Empty Nights whispers in the darkall that is left of our lovereaching out for youyou are no longer there– empty nights Time the boisterous rumbling of a kittenall too soon becomesthe muted purr of old age…
By Domonique Onefirst night in Europe. kind Bordeaux breezea vista of the city . .feet firmly planted feeling like stonesTears fell from my eyes and down my cheeksbut there was no cathartic rescueor release. I felt an acute longing to…
By: Pawel Markiewicz Like sparkles of dreamery – fantasy,born from hundreds thoughts and from memories,you compass the world of mythology.Here and there plenty of effusions. Fairy – she-paramour of druids, priests,kiss a fairway of starlets and the moon!In you a…
By: James Aitchison You were bornas a shellcontaining youreternal self.By stripping awaythe debris thus far gatheredin your journey,you will be released fromearthly bondsand be reborn with clarity,strength, and silence.Thereafter,what will shape your soulwill be of your choiceand with yourpermission.