By Mark Kodama I. I dreamed of the perfect woman hanging on my arm. But who was I to have these silly dreams. Short and uneducated with little in the way of manners, I followed orders. But this was…
By Adam Katcher The only sound was the occasional roar of a truck on the highway nearby. Ryan stared at the screen. Midnight had already passed, and everyone else in the house was asleep. Ryan, like the day, was ready…
By: Katrenia M. Busch In loving memory When someone’s lifeIs taken too soonLeaving much strifeLeaving—open wounds It’s hard to findThe right words to expressTo often describeWhat’s here—when you left Leaving this worldBy far—too soon to goAs I’m left behind,Filled with…
By: Alyssa Sarigumba Walking through the garage doorHearing the sizzling hot panComplementary to the pleasant smell from the kitchenWhat a wonderful mother I dribble the ball towards our basketNoticing one familiar voice from the crowdYelling my name loudly, cheering me…
By: Gaither Stewart The Polish word, jestem—‘I am’, ‘here I am’, ‘present’—seems to define the life of the writer and cult figure for a generation, Andrzej Kusniewicz. On an overcast, pollution-infested Warsaw afternoon over thirty years ago in his crowded…
By: Carl Palmer I’ve heard it a lot lately. Is it a current clichéor catch phrase, the pat answer recap signalingan end to any further conversation about it ? Like the sobbing boy holding his empty cone,ice cream scoop on…
By: DS Maolalai Poison. I reassure a friendas much as I am able. “it’s alright – it happenedto Summer too.as long as they got her vomitingshe’ll mostly beok. their stomachscan’t get through the skin –not right away. it takes timeand…
By: Alan Berger I don’t want to live foreverDon’t want to first eitherIf you listen to where I’m coming fromI will make you a believer Tell you why little babyTell you why Although our days are numberedYou’re the one I…
By Dawn DeBraal David Cooper sat across the table watching Cadence McCaffrey order from the Pizza Shack menu. He winced inwardly with each new item Cadence added to the order. He had a twenty-dollar bill in his wallet. “I’ll take…
By Catherine Kusunoki It was dark once againin a world that wassupposed to be bright.Fully consumed by negative thoughtsI set out to fight. Vastly vain voices are heardOn the outside, my emotionswere covered by a maskwith the hope that nobodyhad…