By: Judson Blake “There’s a man in that house,” said the child. His face dipped as he spoke. His voice was mewling. Sheila Tamm stepped back to look around the fir trees. […]
The North Window
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Story: Kool Aid Street
By: Mary Bone The neighbors call me Goldie. The milk put out on the doorstep for me is perfect. I make my rounds on Kool Aid street every day. This block has […]
2019 Philippine Senatorial Election
By: April Mae M. Berza 2019 Philippine Senatorial Election Creatures from Philippine mythology ran for the senatorial election, the tiyanak was thirsty for flesh and blood just to remain in his throne […]
Thing, Mother, Eye: Marie Cardinal’s Words to Say It
By: Ilgın Yıldız “I can’t just speak and say nothing. That’s how we lose ourselves, the poem and I, in the hopeless attempt to write things that burn.”Alejandra Pizarnik, Extracting the Stone […]
Hung Jury
By: Alan Berger The depressing envelope in Penny Bankey’s mailbox was surrounded by other depressing envelopes that went by the name of Bill now due. But this envelope out depressed them all […]
Story: The Traveling Baker
By: Ava Zordilla When the doors opened, I knew instantly that these clients were going to put me on the map. The mother walked in wearing a floral Dolce & Gabanna dress, […]
Story: The Bard
By Mark Kodama I. When Nicanor the Bard returned home from the wars in Asia, he was restless. He had made a fortune many times over only to lose everything, save his […]
A Tristful Trio – three poems by Ian Fletcher
By: Ian Fletcher Closing Time He died quite suddenly one winter’s morning a man not in his prime yet taken before his time in an unexpected demise. After the funeral in the […]
Story: Bulldozers and Indians
By: Ed Nichols Boyd Johnson lay on the ground under his pickup, working and cussing. It was hot and humid. The ground he lay on was inherited from his daddy, Melton Johnson, […]
Story: The creepy dance of red curly hair!
By: Amera Elwesef Her red curly hair has been buried under my grave. I tried my best to touch my bones with my fingers to make sure that what I see is […]
