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Poetry

By: Bruce Levine A blank sheet of music paperGroups of five lines and four spacesBlack dots and circles floating in the airFloating in space and yet to be foundTaking place in time rather than spaceElusive fragments of soundWaiting to be…

Poetry

By: Dhruba Jyoti Gogoi (Morning)Let the lines of palm be kept asideDon’t have wings to flyEven if a new set is madeIt is not Saturn’s Titan!!! (Destruction)Is the time without you like Achilles’ heel…?And being convicted by your complaints,I dream…

Fiction

By: Harvey Huddleston When people drink too much they sometimes think they see things clearly when they don’t.  Then when they stop drinking they might be able to see those things they were previously blind to.  By “blind to” I…

Poetry

By: JD DeHart Symbolism No, it does not matter which colorof undershirt I put on today. It’s nota grand symbol of what is to come. A shirt is a shirt, just like a stepon a crackis just a step –…

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In a frank interview with Onkar Sharma of Literary Yard, Bruce Levine discusses his background as an author, poet and composer. He speaks openly about his personal life and how it impacts his writing. Watch the full interview at the…

Poetry

By: Kindaka Jamal Sanders TIME PASSES THE TUMBLEWEED Time passes the tumbleweedAnd lightning strikes the Noble FirThat once loomed large in goat marshThe noble part of what we were. But entombed it is in the way that we wereThe prototype…

Fiction

By: Ruth Deming O, Beatricee! The day has finally arrived. We knew it was coming, your battle with multiple myeloma.   At first, at our weekly meetings of “The Beehive,” named for you and your nearly inexhaustible knowledge of pollinators…

Poetry

By: Mahathi I LIVE AGAINAt sixty plus, I start living again.I fall in love, explore new love, attuneonce more my rusted old romantic veinand pull out of the clouds, the silken moon. Mistake me not, there’s no running behindthe belles…

Poetry

By: Aya Naser Qadoumi Deep conversationsLong gone sensationHopeless longingTo something fading Deep confessionHuge concessionMet by disapprovalAnd denial of feelings Love oppressed,Denied till deadBut almost trueThat love to you Deep confessionReplaced by oppressionCountless effortsTo show the opposite You say you’re doneOf…

Fiction

By: Alan Swyer What hurt Lenny Greene even more than his wife’s announcement that she was moving out less than six months after their twenty-fifth anniversary was the reason Betsy gave: “I finally found someone who makes me laugh.” For…