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Poem: Your mother

By: Ranjeet Sarpal Your mother has suffered silently. Washing carrots and potatoes She   retorted to his numbing indifference And retired to soybean oil . Perhaps she still loves him. She Preserving his complaints and grievances In the pickle jar…

Poem: Love happens intermittently

By: Ranjeet Sarpal Love happens intermittently sometimes sporadically , For instance , may be between response and reaction , while being with you or without you , between words and silence , by 8pm or by 11 am , On Sunday…

Poem: Alright

By: Akash Rumade Twas winter of 89, You were just a kid aged ten. Nothing to lose or to win, You enjoyed breaking window panes. Then one night, twas shiny dark, You were lost searching your almighty’s mark. Maybe he…

Poem: chaos of my ashes

By: Linda M. Crate  lost in the periphery of your gaze i saw the tulips of red dragon dreams we traverse old haunts you forget me i suppose it’s less painful than remembering because then you’d have to face exactly…

Poem: Stronger than you know

By: Linda M. Crate  you could be more than an animal someone who prowls at night with their dog looking for an easy target; just because i’m a woman doesn’t mean i won’t fight, and you won’t like me if…

Poem: Stranger danger

By: Linda M. Crate  it’d be different maybe if i knew you, and you knew me; but i don’t have a clue who you are, and you’re asking me out? it’s an insult to everything i am; there’s no need…

Poem: More than a pretty face

By: Linda M. Crate  women are not your broodmares, just like you don’t want objectification; neither do we so knock us off your pedestals we’re not paintings to hang in your art gallery— “do you want to go out?” you…

Story: Out of the Abyss

By: Bob Kalkreuter The girl’s tight red dress bounced around like a bag of fighting cats. A car slowed and honked. “Well lookie there,” said Ernie, leaning against one of the palm trees that fronted the empty parking lot directly across…

Story: A Painful Truth

By: Vijay Johnson-Tanco “Listen, ye children, to the tale I have to tell. The morals I can teach you will save all of us from our own destruction. All I ask is not even a moment of your time, a…

Story: The Fall of a Butterfly

By: Vijay Johnson-Tanco From a very young age people all begin to learn, so they can work, love, and appreciate. -Please don’t! I didn’t mean to do this, I shouldn’t die! God no!- It is said that humans need to…