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…

By: Dwit David Philip I conceived and carried you for nine months,I delivered you the day you are born,I had sleepless night when you are in womb,It was always good, when kicking and beating my pregnant womb Today you are…

By: Alexander Perezz WHERE ELSE COULD GOD BE? Veil draped lovinglyFine-knitted embroideryOver your death mask Now there is nothing for herNot then here there being to beWhere else could she be? UnfamiliarMammals eat their young aliveThey don’t moralize Funny how…

By Reena Kapoor This is the third time in three months that she’s called. I hesitate. I want to help. Gosh, I’d love to help. What an example, a woman like her could set! Especially in our community, our well…

By Eric Burbridge             “Get up hurry! Put your hands in the slots, convict.” Dillard Wamchukie shouted those words through the barred opening in my cell. “They coming, hurry!”             “How’s the zombie war going? Those shells whistling over mean…

By: K. A. Williams Speed Of The Falcon The falcon perchedon the speed limit sign.It was Sunday,and there was no trafficin the neighborhoodat that time of day,so I stopped the car.But as soon as I hadthe camera on my phoneready…