By: Moinak Dutta ‘Then what happened?’ Suparna asked Yimli. Yimli was busy making noodles in her big pot. At the counter there were two people, foreigners, backpackers. Suparna cast a look at them. They were talking in English though the accent…
By: EG Ted Davis Welcome young man. You have been found guilty of being born, thrust from your mother’s womb, first breath of penitentiary life. For this crime, you shall be given a life sentence- within this atmospheric dome. A sagging…
By: A.J. Huffman charged me $4.39 for a gallon of milk and a smile that sent two very different shudders down my back. Attraction and fear shook me into a time loop. For a moment I was sixteen, flirting with a…
By: A.J. Huffman of confusion flows from me to the ceiling and back again. It is made of midnight, steel, and something that resembles despair. A mocking reminder of inability to control basic functions. I begin to wonder if I am…
By: Kristin Bales Heavy drops precipitate down Mother Nature wearing a frown When it hits thirty two degrees The drops of water instantly freeze Increased precipitation An issue across the nation Climate change effects are present And it wasn’t our intent…
By: Susmita Bhat I couldn’t help eating the last shortbread cookie from the jar I knew that its rich flavor that melts in your mouth like a spoon of butter is your favorite midday tea-time snack Please forgive me for it…
By: Susmita Bhat The chili pickle sitting on the shelf was as red as fire Its sharp smell and fiery taste seemed to have grown after sitting untouched for several months As I closed the refrigerator door the shelf fell crushing…
By: Gary Glauber Uprooted from routine this spring mizzle seems cunningly contrived to overthrow presumption. Heavenly tears clarify this foggy tedium slowly descending when memory marries desire. This juvenescent digression sprawls past simple grin, careening carefully into another fixed expression, stone-faced,…
By: Gary Glauber A tepid night invites possibility, a chance at significance, something temporal that might last beyond this happy moon’s slow journey. Imagination curves into persuasion as conscious singularity takes root, knitting the dark into webs of realization through forces…
By: Gary Glauber Picturesque afternoon into evening, further proof of my own misgivings. Have I willfully misled her? Sounds of crashing waves allow minds to wander. Howard thinks she’s vapid, incapable of tackling philosophical queries that regularly riddle our conversations. She…