By: S.B Goncarova I know the language of the rain, she says. The gull beats her rain-stained wings as she hovers over the line between land and sea. She looks down into […]
‘I know the language of the rain’ and other poems by S.B Goncarova
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Standing at 50 Years of Komsomol Crossroads
By: Dmitry Blizniuk Black wet treescarefullystep out of the curdled space.Unsteady black tusks.A crow flies down onto a branch and sticks to it,grows into the tree,enters it as if it were a […]
Lynching at Afton Canyon
By Mark Kodama I. The Poker Game I try not to think about what happened that day at Afton Canyon. Nobody here in Hadleysville ever talks about it. But today is the […]
‘End’ and other poems by Christine Bolton
By: Christine Bolton END Evening touches the last light Before it covers in its darkness My heart swathed in mourning threads and face immobilized in hardness In the end they say it […]
Baxter’s secret
By: Eric Burbridge Being born and raised in this state I’ve seen the worst criminals sit in their cells awaiting execution in surroundings that half the world would envy. These individuals are […]
Brotherly Love
By: James Bates We were walking home at sunset from the neighborhood rink, skates swings from the blades of our hockey sticks. Little Eddie was eight years old, younger than me by […]
‘Fallible’ and other poems by Elryn Westerfield
By: Elryn Westerfield Fallible I am fallible, Fall-able; I am my musings, imitations, Mutations; I am an imposter, Postulator. I hand out my lily Lies, As plucked petals of fiction, Not to […]
Enter the dragon
By: Mark Kodama Each step creaked as he ascended the stairs. His footsteps were light on the carpet. The door knob to her bedroom clicked. He lifted her thick cotton comforter and […]
I keep forgetting…
By: Annapurani Vaidyanathan That at home or away, I’m always bound by rules. That, I don’t have the privilege to choose. That, I will always be judged, whether I win my battles […]
File numero X11V
By: Ken W Simpson Apathy You can tell an America the truth but you can’t make it think. The Fake Race An elephant in every room smoke and mirrors and clowns dressed […]
