By: Bill Kamen Killin’ time, sippin’ a beerAt a boardwalk bar by the seaThe jukebox playin’ visions of loveMy mind drifts away to a girl on the beachSwayin’ to the sound of the wavesA glow on your face as bright…
By: Richard LeDue At Least the Dead Don’t Need To be Shushed My second job interview was easysince I had found a grantthat paid over half my wages,so I spent a summer in a libraryputting books back where they belonged,but…
By: Blessy George THE PUPPET MASTER The puppet master held his fingers tightAnd I fight, a hopeless fightAgainst my dreams, against my burning desireFor freedom, I stayAlas! The way money can control youAlthough it hurts knowing that the ironIs melting…
By: Stephen Kingsnorth What of Ravi, Sunil? Pencil moustache, bike perched as frame,common boyhood smiles about,and bright, bright eyes hiding nilsave haunting heads that never willmeet again as growing lads. Here, Ahallabad, green college fields,the only common ground, for meCambridge,…
By: Wil Michael Wrenn Absence Sometimes I think I hearyour footsteps, but I turn,and you’re not there. Sometimes I think I hearyour voice calling out,but then I wake from my dream. Sometimes I think I hearyour laughter, but it’s onlythe…
By: Joanna Marsh Tony Birch is an Indigenous Australian Author who has won an array of literary awards. He writes short stories, poetry and novels. Dark as Last Night is an anthology of short stories with a telescopic focus on…
By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Effort Investing in skill building is advantageous to Andean condors whileOperating paths to working past setbacks exist, except for nest building.In such cases, finding answers to remarkable troubles excludes almost allVulture-sought solutions via creatively prepared twigs,…
By: Christian Ward The afternoon where I discovered the word dying began with something simple as sunflowers. We had been touring the French countryside in the morning, visiting old vineyards and cellars and decided to eat lunch opposite a field…
By: Sheila Henry I believe I may have found the man, who can change my life in many ways. I look forward to experiencing him, Apple thought as she sat on the vanity gazing longingly at her image in the…
By: Bob Kalkreuter He’d finished his third drink before she told him she was leaving. “What?” he said, startled. They were sitting at an outdoor café, the late afternoon sunlight scrabbling over the cement in pursuit of retreating shade. She…