By: Stephen Kingsnorth Trudge or Fly?As soles pace paving, up aloftthe pupils pointing brick above,learn walls a street scene gallery,frames overlook, day’s oeuvre show,evolving exhibitions, years.Who owns the wall, the sweeps supplied –a brush with property and law –but bills…

By: Todd Mercer It’s infuriating and impossible to understand: my person refused to name me. Who does that? Every other horse in this stable? Normal names. At first I thought it was an oversight, but then it struck me how…

By: Clive Aaron Gill When I interviewed for a server job two years ago, the restaurant owner, Mr. Emiril Fieri, said, “Dean, Casa Tua has the ambiance of a classy private club on the Italian Riviera. My patrons expect excellent…

By: Amrita Valan Christmas came. But wearing a mask this year. The mask came on too late for Patrick Lee. He succumbed at fall, on All Hallows Eve actually. Pigheadedly insisting masks  don’t stop the virus till the virus stopped…

By: Ken W. Simpson Revelations Ghosts are memoriesthat refuse to die live with demonsor drown in their tears. ### Sorrow The mountains of mourninggrieve for the deadin the white snows of winter. ### Surreal Reality hides from the subconscious mindin…

By Taylor Dibbert Neither,Resurrection,Nor,Revival,What,They’reBuilding,Together,Is,Something,Completely,Different. ### Taylor Dibbert is a widely published writer and journalist. He’s the author of the Peace Corps memoir “Fiesta of Sunset.”

By: R.T. Castleberry WE MEASURE AFTERNOONSIN SMOKE. Early May sinks us,that sends vines creeping toblooms ascent on terrazzo walls;chases battering windsalong canopy sidewalks,through beggars on bikesbartering in desert camo. As I stand at a Belleville cornerwatching my prospects fade,church bells…

By: Raymond Greiner       Today I have been thinking about geometric patterns and shapes, their intention and purpose, the obvious, the less obvious, and those, which are more ambiguous.  I’m thinking about geometry’s vast and profusely influential melding with Earth’s…

By: Roger G. Singer SCATTERED here at thisearth place dust liftsfrom thesmooth walkway carried withoutchoice releasedunequally ontodistant places as the partsscatter anddivide ### REFLECTION the moonin the mirror it’s strengthpulls the gazeand tidesto itsbright crooked smileor its dark sideof mystery…

By: Pragya Dhiman I come from a world where lizards bathein toilet tanksand turn into salamanders slippery,like salivating tongues hungryfor their next meal in the dry drought of a sticky heat. I come from a placewhere if you clean the…