By: April Mae M. Berza Dale As the Moon’s Embrace Dale is the sweetest metaphora poet like me could never fathomsince metaphors could no longer encapsulate the nuances of the moonas well as the stars kissing Dale’s chest.I wonder why…
By: Jon Carter “Get up! GET THE FUCK UP!” she yelled. There was pain shooting through my head. There was the sharp sting of her little palms slapping at my face, her jagged nails dragging into my skin. I…
By Jeff Ingber At the turn of the twentieth century, pneumatic systems that used air pressure to propel metal cylinders through pipe networks were all the rage in Gotham. The city built a marathon-length system to deliver letters and packages,…
By: J. K. Durick Fading Into Sitting here like this, it’s the snap of timethe slap of time – minutes, hours, whole days,weeks fading into – into… Perhaps it’s time’s wing’d chariot, or just that’57 Plymouth my brother took me…
By: Annapurani Vaidyanathan The Oxford English dictionary defines a woman as an adult female human being, and stops right there,But the templates wired into our heads go ahead and decide what adjectives she can wear –She’s good if she’s a…
by William Kitcher I wake up. Oh I feel awful. Don’t know where I am. But I sorta remember her, and she’s not here. I hope she’s gone out for juice or bread or something, and I can just leave….
By: Charles Gibson Gazing upon the arearesiding inside the washingmachine, a vast empty spaceis immediately noticed settingthe stage for a collision betweenthree stakeholders. The soapwill shake hands with waterin agreeance to provide a cleansafe cylinder-shaped room forthe laundry to congregate…
By: Harvey Huddleston “Breathe.” That’s what the voice said in his ear but Elliot wasn’t sure that he’d actually heard it. It was a low voice, soft and caring, one to be heeded. He glanced to his right and in…
By Mason Yates …never want to leave. Penelope Valeria- also known by her nickname of Penny to lucky individuals who were fortunate enough to call her a friend- whipped her head around in an effort, or last-minute attempt, to…
By Dorothy Seehausen “She looks so, uh, different,” his sixty-nine year old Auntie said, peering into the bronze casket framed on one side by a fragrant bouquet of roses and on the other a poster depicting colorful highlights of Maude…