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Poem: i matter also

By: Linda M Crate people always want me to help them, but they don’t seem to care no matter how hard i’m struggling; and i am done feeding the disloyal people from my hand will use the same hand that…

Story: But Words Will Never Harm Me

By: Michael C. Keith I try to deny myself illusions or delusions, and I think that this perhaps entitles me to try and deny the same to others, as long as they refuse to keep their fantasies to themselves.    ––…

Looking Back

By: Rupal Rathore The staircase opens almost directly into a narrow lane of Makarana Mohila in Jodhpur, inviting every passer-by up. At the same time, you might end up circling the house and wonder how to get in as this is…

Poem: An Appreciation

By: Mantz Yorke Some win their tussles with your scholarship, but I’ve not yet found the key to turn the lock. Googling words I’ve never come across, I can’t tell whether I’m scratching up intriguing fragments of ancient pot or…

Story: The Obituary Writer

By: Ruth Z. Deming Alicia, modern woman that she was, needed three jobs in order to survive and pay her bills. To her dismay, she learned she was pregnant. At a party at her girlfriend’s apartment, everyone including herself was as…

Poem: The Monster

By: Janna Vought A memory, caught, mounted for permanent display. Move the stone! Roll it away! Dark silence was the feeling, oily a place where days and nights blend, life and death become one. I peer through the broken window, silent….

Poem: Beloved

By: Janna Vought My life is a field, the field where I’ll soon be scattered. I still tend frozen flowers trapped in frost, not ready to say goodbye. I wake in darkness, try not to slip down a black stinking hole,…

Poem: My sever[ed] us

By: Linda M Crate cool winds soft snow it seems perhaps i was wrong to liken you to winter it isn’t always harsh, you are; sharp always as the thorns and thistles that catch upon my flesh and my skirts…