By: Alan Berger You don’t have to look upI have the proofIt may be a thought, a bit too abruptBut we all are sleeping under the same roof And yet I am getting so used to making the same mistakesI…

By: Anna Louise Steig The overhead fan is buzzing like a mindless insect, and I am waiting for my boyfriend to twist on the water before I let my piss spray into the toilet bowl, hoping he won’t hear the…

By: John Grey SHELL COLLECTING Shells roll out of the ocean,former homes, having parted ways with their dead,tumble a little, then dig in as the wave recedes, for even the inanimate have instinctswhen there are strollers about, beachcombersready to stoop…

By: Leigh-Anne Burley Mr. Mouse and Mr. Clarkes A chunk of cheese fliesout of the mouthof a mousewhen his cornerof the universe tilts. In the opposite cornerof the universeMr. Clarkes, while eating cheeseis knocked off his stoolsending the cheeseacross the…

By: Ramlal Agarwal Magic realism is a widely used term in literary discussions, especially of novels written in the 80s and 90s of the 20th century. Gabriel Garcia Marquez and Salman Rushdie are some of its prominent practitioners. It is…

By: Linda Springhorn Gunther As a senior in high school, at just sixteen years old, I wasn’t really excited about traditional learning anymore. Even after skipping grades, I was bored. The subject content seemed too repetitive for me which led…

By: Addehadid I Miss My Demon Always sitting among the angelsI miss my demonFighting in one’s own court, alone in the dungeonI always fought without knowing anything,Of arrogance, he has no wingsHe never counted anyone’s blessingsHe likes the lonely dress…

By: Jim Brosnan Shifting Through Photos They never returnedto the gravel paththey hiked last Octoberor the woodland landscapewhere they spent hoursunder naked silhouettesof hickory, maple, and birch. In this photographshe wears a longblue peasant skirt,he’s in dress slacks.They carry sweatersand…

By: Ramlal Agarwal In the second half of the 19th and the first quarter of the 20th centuries, there was a surge in creative writing and most of the masterpieces in American and European literature came out during this period,…

By J. L. Lewis The Deer I can’t say who was startled morethe white-tailed deer or myself,she in the midst of her forageand I lost to my thoughts.It was rare to see a doe alonefor they are more communalthan the…