By: Raymond Greiner I recently received an e-mail message with an attached photo exhibiting a group of soldiers proudly surrounding a newly developed “bunker busting” bomb. The text of the message explained […]
Essay: Techno Logic
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Story: The Mystic Rider
By: N. B. Yomi After school during soccer practice, a slender girl with short blonde hair that went down to her shoulders practiced with her team for until 7p.m., before she went […]
Constructing the Image: Parallels Between Pointillism and Poetry
By: Robert Eastwood Although he considered painting a “nobler” art, the polymath Leonardo da Vinci wrote, “Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather […]
Poem: Fiction Never Lies
By: Reese Scott jesus aligned himself with the autistic, the slow and retarded they followed directions jumping up and down till there ankles would brake jumping off hills and mountain jesus had […]
Poem: Balloon Child
By: Reese Scott Kissing while you are sleeping over dreams that have been blessed with fire as dancers march in rigid steps wallowing over minds and rings over there in the corner […]
Poem: Leslie’s Teeth
By: Reese Scott Winter is coming as I look out my window I can see the snow my radiator is turned on and as always my arms are tied tight behind my […]
Poem: The man who sat at the table
By: Saleh Sharif He sat at the table He ate what was given He greeted all who passed, and the ones sitting at the table What appeared was a man, like all […]
Poem: Straining at the Seams
By: Priya Anand Flip-flops slap the muddy ground Stained by liquids best left unanalysed A gawkish stance on reed thin legs A faded floral print that touches scabby knees Eyes that have […]
Poem: The Lady of Dahn has gone the castle keep
By: M.F. Nagel The Lady of Dahn has gone the castle keep Gone the tallest tower Gone with the boy child Gone this Christ-mass eve. Burn My lord Burn White candles in […]
Poem: Now is the month of Maying
By: M.F. Nagel Now is the month of maying; Dance; For broken consorts (April was my mistress.) Now is the month of maying Sing we-chant it; A mass for four voices Smilieth […]
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