By Linda S. Gunther It was 4:00 p.m. on Thursday afternoon when Gavin Harbison applied the shaving cream to his face and neck. He picked up his razor, preparing himself mentally for his job as waiter on the night shift…

By: Debabrata Mohanty  Spring bids us adieuwishing all under warm care—sunshowers sans clouds

By Karen Lee Stradford You’re all plugged in,amplified.Long neck,flat, pear-shapedwonder. I awaitthe piercing soundof your strings. I am happy.You move meto a thunderousapplausewhenever you playThe Blues.

By: Christopher Johnson He mounts the bandstand like straddling a stallion, his hair in a magnificent pulsating swirl, his suit narrow and twisty, his shoes sharp and pointed, a gold chain caressing his neck, his eyes covered with Eighties wire-rim…

By Mike Hickman They were called woods. And you were supposed to roll them. Not bowl them. The name of the game was somewhat of a misnomer. And the white ball at the end, that was the target.             If…

By: Richard LeDue A Living Poem I’m still aliveas long as you read this,even after silence tells methe truth about godsand worms wonder whymy eyes taste nothinglike apples. ### A coffee stained collected love poems of Pablo Nerudawhispers midnight regretsas…

Narrative techniques are the tools and methods that writers use to convey their stories effectively to the readers. Every writer has their own unique style, and they employ various narrative techniques to create compelling narratives that engage readers and keep…

By: J. L. Lewis April The Sun climbs higher each day,like a soldier taking a hillone costly step at a time.Almost shyly it tiptoes across the skyas if somehow it lost its footingin the nebulous clouds of December,and needs to…

By: Jasna Gugić STAYCover me with your beautyFill the cracks in my heartWithout youI’m dried up sourceA standing riverI’m the road whichLeads to nowhereSilent in helplessnessAll alone without a splendourImpersonal viewsStaring at yesterdayBlind for tomorrowSo, don’t leave withoutTurning your eyes…

By: Glenn John Arnowitz “Do you want to meet me in Rome?” That question came in August from Colleen, mi amore of five months. and without hesitation, I said, “Yes!” Our meetup wasn’t until the beginning of October. After eight…