By: David Patten Amaya can’t suppress a wry smile. An item of gossip has reached her. It seems there are those intent on labeling her a witch. Such an archaic term, unused for centuries, its connotation pejorative. Amaya ponders that…
By Jacob Austin Danny hadn’t visited his father in almost two years, but not by choice. He had moved several states over to take a job with a residential development company, and his busy work schedule made travel next to…
By Rich Elliott I, Brother Nicholas, your most humble servant, submit this narrative on Holy Thursday, in the year of our Lord fifteen hundred and thirty-two, at the request of Abbot Anthony, our most Holy Father, who wishes a record…
By: Richard LeDue The State of the World From the First Floor Autumn fog is quiet as thoughts about deathwe silence with streaming services, wine on a Tuesday, memes, candy shaped edibles, workplace worries uprooting our down timelike a bored…
By Nolo Segundo You always have to choose,on or the other–one will deceive you everydamn day, because ego isa trickster,a liar,a cheater,telling you how great you are,how smart, how kind…while the other will alwaysbe honest with you, if–and it’s a…
By William T. Hathaway Loving the other through mutualities of hurt,loving the other without understanding the other,groping in darkness to find the other,blundering towards and beyond the other,fleeing at the sight of the other,escaping from exile to greet the other,yearning…
By: Ramlal Agarwal Published in 1896, Hardy’s Jude the Obscure was attacked for its sexual frankness, its morbidity, and its immorality. It was rejected by the lending libraries, condemned by the church, and burned by a bishop. It hurt Hardy…
By John RC Potter The man under the mask… You rode along the dusty western street,as you strode hard across my laptop screen,strutting and preening like a proud peacock;dark, mysterious, maybe even mean,perhaps dangerous, a badass cowboy,but the handsomest dude…
By: Daniel de Culla IN MIAMI AS IN BERLIN In Miami, as in Berlin, people dress upTo attend charity eventsWhere everyone admires themselvesFor the elegance of their suitsAnd how well these clothes look on themTaken out of the closet to…
By: Darren Lynch A Way Sit to the voice ,Silent gaze The hauling land of houndsProwling entranceRepetition , Repetition , Repetition Held in confident frownsThe grips of attracted veteransPolished in rewardOn entranceOf fading prime ways , Celebate oh the union…