By: RC deWinter third law in our brash independence we walk through the world draped in the cloak of free will believing in our ability to order our lives if only we make the right choices do the right things…
By: Stephanie V Sears Vashlovani Of all places I am here at my place at the heart of every possibility. Space glides under the clear skin of sky, invincible transparency to well above the mesosphere, vertigo of simplicity. One glance…
By: Phillip Border Tracks Late in my adolescence I once busted a beer bottle over some skin head’s scalp before his pals grappled me to the ground and steel-toed my face raw into the pool of his hot blood. That’s…
By: Marc Carver DEAD I wake up to the disappointment that I am still alive anything could have happened to me during my drunken sleep aliens could have abducted me bandits could have slit my throat in the wee hours…
By: Divya John Vanished in a Vampire World In the wilderness of the creepy jungle I trotted, upset, terrified and confused It was more of a struggle from within To encounter a challenging Vampire. Bestowed with superhuman powers He can…
By: Srinivas S. Kumar Absence From love remembered, since unmade; Of night that is the death of day; Through sleep forgotten in a dream; Past leaves which long again for trees; To waves that stay in castles crashed; And skies that…
By: Amirah Al- Wassif Once upon a time, in a very far land which called Orshalim, there were three innocent boys sitting at the center of the immense fig tree. The three cheerful boys were Ali, Peter and Abraham, were playing…
By: Ergene Kim mum said be a good girl she said, Listen to your brother let him embrace the whole of you and keep you away from all those ugly things, don’t you? want to be away from the world? and…
By: Steven Goff Master of the Wild Hunt A wolf pack’s worth of fingers glint their fangs along pristine fur, trappings of the trapper’s hand traverse perfect skin. An animal’s prized symmetry has been ensnared at the apex of his…
By: Pat Doran At the end of every rainbow there is a pot of gold. When I was a child that was the story I was told. A childs wide eyes cannot hide surprise. After every rain shower I would…