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Poem: When you are not around

By: Aruna Subramanian I stay awake and silence the sounds around awaiting your call Or a single text.. I search your timeline for any updates.. I scroll my newsfeed Looking for your likes In any of the posts.. I check…

Story: Survivors

By: Michal Reibenbach Climbing up the wall of my house are two Bougainvillea bushes, they partially creep over my bedroom’s window. The bushes are a joy to me. Their branches which turn in random ways are decorated with glossy, dark…

Story: Cups of Tea

By: Michal Reibenbach After I married I went to live with my husband and daughter in an old broken down cottage way out in the country in a small village in Yorkshire. Things in our old cottage were forever falling…

Story: My Bologna

By: Katharine Strange Sometimes I turn over in bed, eyes shut tightly against the morning light, and for a moment think I am still in New Jersey. I can almost smell the cat pee and Hamburger Helper. Then I’ll hear…

Poems: if/in #88, #89, #90

By: Darren C. Demaree if/in #88 what if all blinkingis code& there is no dustin our eyeswe’re giventhe answers& every time we cryreality washesaway reality ### if/in #89 every seahas a rimto exceedthe floodsnever takeaway the industriesthey’re supposed toit’s always…

Turning of the tide

By: K.S.Subramanian Sakundan never harbored many expectations ever since he came to know himself. He even had a philosophical alibi for it. However one tries to know or discover himself he always hasn’t known or unearthed an area of his…

Lake Peekskill

By Milt Montague It was Saturday and Milt was driving up to Lake Peekskill from Manhattan. He had closed their shop on Madison Avenue at 6:00 PM, rushed home for the car, only an eight minute walk, and was now…

Magic, Magic

By Milt Montague Johnson and Johnson had recently introduced a new line of Band-Aids. They came in several bright colors and were replete with interesting designs and patterns that appealed particularly to young boys and girls of all ages. At…

‘Canopy’ and other poems by Eve Dobbins

By: Eve Dobbins Canopy Seeks middle ground Seeks listening to all concerned Draping itself moss-like between the two My-a-canopy Is an anomaly Which shouldn’t fit yet drapes gracefully As it rolls against the grain but it does It is not…