By: Laura Stamps What does she feel like today? Which postcard? Something light. Bright. A sunflower. Yes. That’s it. That’s the one. “Dear Elaine,” she writes. “This morning. On Tucker Road. Driving home from work. I saw a man. Walking….
By: James Aitchison What purpose is therein a world that wants todestroy itself? It is not for the world to say. There is a sequence in the tapestryof life, dictated by the Wheel,as each being progresses througha series of lives….
When done correctly, email marketing can be one of the most effective strategies to generate leads and engage customers. But unfortunately, many marketers do resort to common blunders that can significantly reduce their chances of success and expected outcomes. In…
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By Emily Breen Love Notes I wrote heartfelt love notes before I knew what love wasBefore I knew what like wasAnd while I was writing them I knew I felt every emotion that came close to love And looking back…
By: Viator Thin Tally My fingers are scored with the incisionsof these dry days, my skin shrinking,unable to meet the square-inchrequirements of the underneathuncaring bones, so separatingin pain and small slices, invisible even thoughshouting in their sharp zinguntil well after…
By Radomir Vojtech Luza Alex M. Frankel may be the best writer in Los Angeles who has not hit The New York Times Bestseller list. “FLAME AT DOOR AND RAISIN,” his latest short story collection, aims to raise the bar…
By: Terry Trowbridge Brussels sprout sorbetsaid the terrorist in the kitchentaking the birthday boy’ssocial life hostagethose chocolate cake eyesfocused on tomorrow’s eight flamesconsidering the limits pick up his clothes then whatclean the cat boxvacuum the stairswash the carbut then he…
By: Brandon McQuade WIND, TREE The sun is a yellow axechopping at our backs. A single, barren treeits branches splayed in the open air. Veiny,naked limbs longing for a companion,settling for the wind. ### FIVE BEATING HEARTS Witness the worms…
By: Vanaja Malathy Where have they all gone? Where have all my dear and near ones gone?their memories heal and reinvigorate my mindand at times stifle and sting my heart.i feel I am standing in the midst of a barren…