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Poetry

By: Sheila Henry I am well, thank youYou asked meHow am I doingIn times when I could not find my wayYou rose beyond the cloudsAnd made yourself into the moonTo give light to my darkened pathYou opened your eyesAnd revealed…

Poetry

By: Cailey Tarriane I had two choices.Hide from the light, transform into the light of my life.Or glow in the darkEmbrace the flaws, pay off my debts to the world. The bone-rattling burden of choosing what is rightwas when one…

Poetry

By: Keith Hoerner $10,000 downGets you inYour choice ofRanch or two-storyIn prestigious Nooning Tree “Is there one, a Nooning Tree?”“Of course,” the saleslady answersLoose strands of hair catchingThe corner of her mouthLike a lie Tempered by talk of traditionShe motions;…

Fiction

By: Harvey Huddleston A combine harvests the field.  It’s a field where something grows, something green and leafy that is consumed by the masses, alfalfa maybe.  But the leaves aren’t separate.  They cling to one another in a green clump…

Poetry

By: Isabelle Hoida Airportions the distinctness of life: the motorboat noises of a distant memoryi was chugging underneath the propeller,chopped up like the dishes of seaweed,tumbling around and around in a spin cycleof wetness. and it feels lonesometo interact with…

Poetry

By: Vanaja Malathy tired of drudgery and monotonyof work- life balancei headed towards my mother’s housefor a change relaxation and diversiona humble looking small housewith patches clear on its roofpaint peeling of its wallsa rickety gate creaked as i set…

Literary criticism

By: Ramlal Agarwal Ever since The Satanic Verses by Rushdie was published in 1988, it has had horrendous ramifications. There have been a number of instances of arsenic and vandalism. A Japanese writer named Horoshi  Igarari, who translated it, was…

Poetry

By: Jim Bates Autumn lake so calmA hunting loon dives deeplyInto a golden sky. Pumpkin carving timeScooping out stringy innardsGoopy slimy fun. Maple leaves glowingSwirling down orange in the windLike flaming feathers. Special light of FallGolden ElectricityRe-charging the soul.

Fiction

By: Tom Ball I      Our people here appeared as crystal see through people. And we lived on pure energy which we got from the sun. We were not humans, but rather a different race altogether. However, most of us…

Essay

By Andrew Kim Many people desire to be normal. Although society preaches the value of individuality, the reality is that most people still want to be normal. The dictionary defines normal as, “conforming to a standard; usual, typical, or expected.”…