By: Milt Montague the blinds are tightly shut to keep out the bright sun i burrow down into my chair for comfort a computer light the only illumination my mindscreen comes alive buzzing with ephemeral ideas one seems the most…
By: Milt Montague as I left my home this morning I was greeted by a new friend exuding waves of love and warmth hundreds of tiny florets dressed in passionate pink made into a baseball sized flower each one sitting…
By: Sunil Sharma In a fluid world away from this one of stricter boundaries float creatures otherwise denied and banished from the kingdom of the Homo sapiens, the ones evolved the varied specimens interact in a scene not possible real-time…
By: emon.nc The water would recede, but the stench would linger on. A cold, damp, hopeless stench that Neharika hated so much. Every time the murky brown water rushed through the doors of blue moon hotel, Neharika would feel fretful….
By: Chuck Orloski The Garden of Eden Dow neither rose nor fell and Eve’s income never surpassed $100 grand. Methinks she got a bad rap from I AM WHO AM’s publicity staff, underwriters, and Heaven’s D.O.J. Why all she ever asked…
By: Abhijeet Deshmukh The sun is obscured by a cloud The thunder you can hear aloud The clouds race to be the first To a mountain that will make them burst This joy of rain we have known for ages We’ve…
By: Eliah Medina Sleep well my son and dry your tears, I know you are hurting, it will be over soon. We will soar again with the gods for countless years. We flew from the labyrinth of death and fears Flying…
By: Chuck Orloski Boiling days of July 2016, school’s out, American kids ushered to Grandpa’s inflatable pool and Smiley’s Day Care Center at $300.00 per week. Sedated, weary, Mrs. Johnson sat in back row of Harper Valley Junior High auditorium….
By: Robert A. Davies She blessed us when we came a lady in her 80s bent over, face wrinkled a voice sweet and thin. We had come for strawberries. She directed us to the farthest field. Again she blessed us….
By: William T. Hathaway Bracing against gusts of wind, I splash through puddles and crush red-orange-yellow leaves that splotch the sidewalk to the radiologist’s office. There I drink the barium cocktail and slide into the CAT scan ring; the machine…