By: Joe Barca your poemgently broke meall the tearspent up inside stalagmitesand stalactitesin the caveof my unconscious your wordsa shock of sparrowsrelentlessecho through me the ghosts of lossthat haunt usa fatherand a daughter the riverand the water

By: George Gad Economou Lost Drunk Desires visiting whorehouses without caring to get action, toobroke to afford special services, yet wishing to breathe in the rough atmosphere,yearning to taste again the essence of joints Ionce frequented more than home—I felt…

By, Karen Lee Stradford It’s been a long day.I can use a distraction.My sister Lynn invited me to anoutdoor concert,guaranteed to make me forget my troublesand lose myself in the music. With no questions asked, I prepare for the greatest…

By: Raymond Greiner     Preparing for winter.  It is mid-October and the trees are spectacular.  I anticipated autumn to be less colorful.  We had such a dry summer; driest of the ten summers I have lived at this place.  The…

By: Emmanuel G G Yamba History of a night maybe this is why the scripture saysweeping may endure at nightbecause the sun smileis engulf within the cloud& the moon looses it’s tasteon the lip of the sky all through the…

By: Pawel Markiewicz Bijou among pearlets of an epistolary art Exchange of letters between the pundit and the painter The epistle No. 1 as long SMS dispatched The 5th May 2022. At the most picturesque dawn Dear painter! I woke…

By James W. White Inez is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead,…

By: Callie Walker The visiting poet, Nikky Finney, told our class that we must sit in the saddle, keep hold of the reins, and finish the race. We’d heard the advice to “just keep writing” from professors, peers, and other…

By, Karen Lee Stradford Open your heart.Show kindness and let someone in-that person who has nothing to eatand nowhere to sleep.Shelter is their necessity. It’s hard to imagine a world wherepeople struggle to survivein a prosperous land.There must be a…

By: James Dickman Close to the one-horse town of Wilcox, Wyoming, about six miles west of the old Rock Creek train station, Butch Cassidy a chiseled-jawed bank and train robber, bit the end off of his long thin panatela cigar…