By Douglas Young Moxley Sorrel’s office door was the open one. As intimidated as he had been in college approaching a professor, Dr. Sorrel did all he could to make students feel comfortable getting help with a course, continuing…
By: James Aitchison in the bluecalmbayglassy smooth watershimmering sparklesbeneath the surfacea shape movesa shark circlesbubbles explodetwo sharks circleanother massacrein the bluecalmbay
By Douglas J. Lanzo Unfathomable Sacrifice Remembered There is no bridge or battlementthat they refused to cross,no high sea cliffs or mines ashorethat deterred their ships storm-tossed; They braved hellfire withering —RPGs crackling through the air —sky scorched with flames…
By: Joel Chace Her grandfather’s milkhouse. White:the cold; those painted concrete walls; what camefrom his cows as it swirls along silverytroughs; his hair; their breaths; air itself inthere, and in her The stone whizzes pasthis head before herealizes he’s dodged….
By: Carrie Farrar The Periphery It is not the unfurled highway we desire. It is what slips beside it— a red granary on a remote risealready gone before the eye can settle my hands hold the wheelbut not the motion…
By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Apposite Ever apt per circumstances, select acts prove themselves asNever ending reminders of moments when troubles, elsewiseStormed against personal citadels, nearly smash to smithereens. In relationship to squatted trucks as well as budding ramie plants,Binned dreams…
By: Ramlal Agarwal Gabriel Garcia Marquez’s One Hundred Years of Solitude brought him overnight success. It is the story of a primitive family, the Buendias, in the wild swamps of Colombia. The novel portrays the family’s inbreeding and its disastrous…
By: Harrison Abbott Robin had wanted to come here for a long time. He’d seen pictures of this little town many times. And so, as the bus passed the town’s Welcome To sign, which was clad in pretty sunlight, he…
By: Dee Artea I fell in love with a physicist. At first, I thought that maybe this was all a mistake. But, believe it or not, he really did charm me, with all he knew about the physical world. About…
(seen at rue Raynouard, Passy) By: James Aitchison It is small.It is plain.The literature shaped on its surfaceshaped its surface — see, it isworn concave in the centre by aweighty arm moving across it,back and forth, back and forth,writing, writing,…