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Story: That Day He Fell

By: Ikwuagwu Osita Victor   The last fisherman stared at me suspiciously before walking, languidly, away with his fishing paraphernalia. I wondered what was going on in his mind. Perhaps he was thinking another youngster has gone bananas, or that…

Amazon announces Winners in 6th Breakthrough Novel Award

Amazon has selected one winner in each of five categories: general fiction, mystery/thriller, romance, science fiction/fantasy/horror and young adult fiction. From now through May 29, Amazon customers are encouraged to read excerpts from the winning books and vote for their…

Story: Considering the Razor’s Edge

By: DC Foster Scar tissue mottled the old man’s hands, the thinner the lighter; it ran like Desert Storm camouflage from his wrists into his fingers toward the jaundiced nails that tipped each of his ten digits. No, nine digits. His…

Poem: Can we speak again

Your sulky countenance, once source of infinite affection, now drives me angry impatient indifferent and repulsive. That feeling of innocent tussle which brought us closer each day has walked out unnoticed untold. The sunlit fields irrigated by our sweat replenishing…

Poem: Widower

By: Morgan O’Connor At sun up she escaped by cab. I miss her as much as the time before I knew the taste of perfect bread, spice of exquisite soup. souls proudly inter-floundering, curl of a pounding wave. our searches are…

Play: Breaking Point

By: Gary Beck   (a one-act play) Scene  (The kitchen of the Rawlins, a blue-collar family struggling to make ends meet in the economic downturn. The apartment is low-income. Enter Fred, carrying laptop, logged onto a site. He starts to…

Poetry review: Why Photographers Commit Suicide

It is usually our anticipation from any book that it will entertain us, take us on an exotic ride where varied emotions of life—surprise, love, desire, hatred, happiness, etc—can clash together and become alive through unheard anecdotes, tales, stories and…

Non-fiction: Semper Fidelis

By: Richard D. Hartwell   She’d been plying him with gifts for a month or so. He started to stay over about halfway through the month. A few of his uniform things hung in her closet, but mostly the new things…