By: Kimberly Potter Kendrick On the edge of the cliff I cowered Jagged rocks, narrow path Green fields of lilac and sunflowers The strength of the mighty river below One more step, could I fly? A bird, yes, not I…
By: G David Schwartz Refuse deception by being bright in your eyes. Eyes are made for brightening. Shimmer the satellite with pity denied for anything which is pitied it ought to be sent away in a satiate or even a…
By: Catfish McDaris Kamikaze My body is a bomb I am a suicide hero 911 911 911 = 666 All wars are hideous The fish die in the sea The animals burn in the forest The birds fall from the…
By: Gaither Stewart (Reggio, August, 2001) (The chapter is from the work-in-progress novel ‘Fragments’) Circling over the Straits of Messina Airport in Reggio-Calabria, I feel my vision encompasses the entire world of antiquity. Any atlas in fact confirms…
By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan He put on the movie of my grandmother working in the garden, grainy black and white from before I was born and yes – she was young once, even beautiful I touch my face and feel hers:…
By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan The doctor had been bored since medical school. Then there was his residency and placement. Now he was a full-fledged doctor and more bored than ever. Writing scripts and setting bones. Living off cafeteria food. Always one…
By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan suplexed by seraphims in someone’s rotting sex dream muscle ripped from cartilage the adventurist under an avalanche of high end backpacks flyers torn away from phone pole leaving only stapled yellow corners support beams offering no support…
Poet Gary Beck’s new collection Virtual Living is a revealing glimpse of how our relationship with the world around us is an ever-evolving experience. Focusing on how humans relate to the world via artificial means, as well as self-imposed affected…
By: Bernadette Harris Dear Sir: I send my warmest greetings to you, old friend. It’s been quite a while. I hope you’re doing well. I also hope this article will not offend your personal literary preferences, or in any way make…
By: Mohammad Anas It’s 2:00 AM, My eyes are searching for a light on this silent hill, Tonight, I am going to invoke a muse by my vibrant will, Struggling for the set divine rules of heaven, Her graceful wings fall…