By: Anthony Ward A hoot from his phone woke him up. It was a tawny owl notifying him that a message had materialised. He picked up his phone while trying to wrench […]
Last Night
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Kafir
By Balu Swami The day after the bombing, I got a call from Rahman whom I hadn’t seen or heard from in years. He had been a good source for me for […]
Sowers in the Dust
By Elsa Wilson-Cruz Outside the conference room windows, another dust storm was rising on the dead brown horizon. But a ping on Zac’s glasses told him that it was heading east. Storm […]
‘We’ll show you’ and other poems
By: Linda M. Crate we’ll show you i don’t belongto this world,i am a part of theone you are too afraidto take a chance on;i am part of a worldmuch better than […]
The First Mistake
By: William T. Hathaway Establishment journalists and politicians are despairingly asking: Why did we fail in our well-meaning efforts to help the Afghan people? What were our mistakes? But they ignore their […]
The Undertaker Shop
By: donnarkevic After closing, a young black manknocks. You see, my businessincludes haven. You see,in the deep South, white farm ownerspurchase the prison time of jailed blackswho then work the plantations.Well, even […]
Hotel Enigma!
By: #madmusings The young couple on honeymoonSmooching, petting walked into the lobbyThe receptionist flashed a smile soonHanded them the keys of the room,She was beautiful, fair, and chubby! As they proceeded to […]
Conviction
By: Bhoj Kumar Dhamala High morale, boosted status, and superbStyle of living makes one feel your better ¬–Off guise and you are in seventh heavenJust a delusion, you are out of it […]
15 bagels and a brioche bun
By: Ivy Geren I’m sitting in a swirl of dreamsHalf-formed, half-dreamtStacked on top of each other like the crusts of a million barely-eaten sandwichesBut I’ve learned that the idea of a dream […]
Erotophobia
By: Rachel Chitofu Sometimes we learnfrom ameliorating televisionbroadcasts—maybe the sunsnarls morefatally in contrasted shadesof itselfand you look better today,now that your clothesare finally off.I am still a child and maybe that’s why […]
