By: Christopher Johnson He mounts the bandstand like straddling a stallion, his hair in a magnificent pulsating swirl, his suit narrow and twisty, his shoes sharp and pointed, a gold chain caressing his neck, his eyes covered with Eighties wire-rim…
By Mike Hickman They were called woods. And you were supposed to roll them. Not bowl them. The name of the game was somewhat of a misnomer. And the white ball at the end, that was the target. If…
By: Richard LeDue A Living Poem I’m still aliveas long as you read this,even after silence tells methe truth about godsand worms wonder whymy eyes taste nothinglike apples. ### A coffee stained collected love poems of Pablo Nerudawhispers midnight regretsas…
Narrative techniques are the tools and methods that writers use to convey their stories effectively to the readers. Every writer has their own unique style, and they employ various narrative techniques to create compelling narratives that engage readers and keep…
By: J. L. Lewis April The Sun climbs higher each day,like a soldier taking a hillone costly step at a time.Almost shyly it tiptoes across the skyas if somehow it lost its footingin the nebulous clouds of December,and needs to…
By: Jasna Gugić STAYCover me with your beautyFill the cracks in my heartWithout youI’m dried up sourceA standing riverI’m the road whichLeads to nowhereSilent in helplessnessAll alone without a splendourImpersonal viewsStaring at yesterdayBlind for tomorrowSo, don’t leave withoutTurning your eyes…
By: Glenn John Arnowitz “Do you want to meet me in Rome?” That question came in August from Colleen, mi amore of five months. and without hesitation, I said, “Yes!” Our meetup wasn’t until the beginning of October. After eight…
By: Brian Michael Barbeito (Hiding out from the Police and Taking Nature Photography in the Hills) Overcast. Saturnine. The forest worlds are then a damp grey if grey could be named damp. There is a place wonderful, whimsical, where the…
As the world is evolving, the way we look at women in literature is also changing. Women are now not just restricted to the roles of being a damsel in distress or a supporting character, but they are now redefining…
By: Emalisa Rose The winks, the nods, the passing clouds And off we go, as all begins againWound by walls this stucco station.We stand along its snow stained platform. The 5:11 passing Brooklyn.We nod, we wink..sometimes half smile. I take…