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Losers

By: Dan Yonah Johnson July 1969, West Side of Columbus, Ohio In the field behind the school, Julian DeCroix was fixing to fly his model rocket. Other kids huddled around. The rocket was an alternative type. It didn’t have a…

‘Distant is the morning’ and other poems

By: R.T. Castleberry DISTANT IS THE MORNING Rain dries on a windy street.Heron skulks the horizon.Never trust a Capricorn’s worduntil you know how it falls to his favor.Leaves pile before me in skittering sweeps.Desert dust scrapescirrus crystals from the sky,drains…

Torn pages

By: Stephen Faulkner             When for some odd reason the subject of alleys come up in conversation the people I talk to immediately presuppose an urban setting. They never think in terms of a town or a village, only a…

The Tale of Four

By: Medha Godbole Singh Shruti scuttled about in the kitchen, giving finishing touches to the pasta salad and Matar Paneer. She garnished the Paneer with Coriander and added a dash of oregano to the salad. Cleaning the sides of the…

All about the Owl Métier  

By: Rehanul Hoque At the stroke of midnightWhen under the sway of darkness and dead silenceAll the animals and beings giving way to slumberStand still, as if time hasn’t changed over years-Then some party animals remain obsessed withWomen and wine;…

‘The Limits of Metaphor’ and other poems

By: David Francis The Limits of Metaphor People get off the busthat’s lit up like an ocean linerin front of the neon burglar-barredfood store-tattoo-modeling studioand they disperse in all directionsthey might be going to apartmentsor places of businessopen on a…

Cornerstone

By: JW Burns Alan sat in a puddle.             “…doesn’t pay enough. Twice in three months I’ve had to call my father just to get by—you know how I hate that—so I’m seriously looking.” Sharon’s voice jumped from a thick…

The strand

By: James Aitchison There is a patternto which all life adheres.Earthly binds define us, incorrectly,for destiny wills otherwise.Your life is a strand on my loom.Embedded in your pure and sinner selfare qualities and meritsinherited from past existences.Set free the beauty…