By: Debra N. Diener I’m suddenly stabbed in the top of my right foot. Simultaneously, I yelp in pain, look down at my foot and could swear I hear someone cackling like […]
The Cackle —A Cautionary Tale
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Apple Crispies
By: Duane L. Herrmann The middle aged man was still glad to be divorced. The shrill screaming of his wife was beginning to fade away, but not the memory. He didn’t […]
‘A Confusion Of Streetlights’ and other poems
By: Jason Visconti A Confusion Of Streetlights Houdini leaves his trick puzzling at the cross,The merry-go-round of light has found a wheel,A stray wheel jerked through miles tended to or lost,Red and […]
A Queer Couple
By: Ram Govardhan Nudging six feet, one the most rational eunuchs in Chennai, Rafael, while tucking pleats of his sari below the jewelled navel, was too careful not to hide the punch-line […]
‘Help, I am a human trapped within the body of a human!’ and other poems
By: Ethan Goffman Help, I am a human trapped within the body of a human! Is this body my identity?I didn’t choose it. Did it choose me?Without me it lacks agency.Without it, […]
My Journal
By: Sheila Henry MyInner Lifeblossoms onpages andcreativity spreads openlike buddingflowers on a Spring morn In humility I sharesecrets of myselfmy feelings and emotionsof doubts of fearsof achievements of daresbeing comforted by thestrokes […]
Ovid For Covid: Tales Of Metamorphosis
By: john e.c. 3. After feeding him his beef or chicken for supper, she’d leave him at the TV and head for the river. It ran slow and deep past the bottom […]
Some Wounds
By: KD Smith Some wounds defy healing,too deep to reachwithout hurting innocent tissue.Some wounds wait, assumed to be healed,boiling in infection, poised to erupt.One sharp jab, an unexpected blow,and poison follows channels,corrupting […]
‘Older’ and other poems
By: Mark Millicent OLDER On reflection it’s getting cold; on reflection,I’m growing oldMy gate and stride, not as robust.I sit longer than I did, not as active as the kidMusing and smiling […]
Poems: ‘Streetlight’ and ‘Old Snow’
By: Christopher Brooks Streetlights My neighborhood at nightis haunted by ghostsof children playing stickball in the streets.When a car approaches,they yell, “car!” But the car cannot see them;they are ghosts—people of no […]
