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Poetry

By: Strider Marcus Jones MY OLD SOCKS my old sockssheath the feetthat fill my bootsto walk on land. hard hands, sweating like peat,still break rocksin imprisoned heatborn trapped rootsin dynasties of the damned. the faded thread-diminishes in duty until deadwhile famous…

Fiction

By Harrison Abbott Many people thought Kelvin was an odd child. Not just his family. Lots of people recognised, even when he was a baby, that he was different. The majority never said anything. But they all noticed it. When…

Fiction

By: Nell Cunningham  It was my son David’s five-year-old hand in mine that kept me upright as the two of us walked from our small, ranch-styled house in the middle of the block to the corner, where the school bus…

Poetry

By: Deeksha Makhija  Rain Dear Rain,I see you comingwith magic in your touch,you bring peace amidst noise,beauty amidst chaos,and so much warmthin your cold raindrops I see you healing heartsin seconds,Will you do me a favor then?Hold the hand of…

Poetry

By: Aruna Subramanian Oh, words!How Powerful are they!Much has been said,Much has been heard.Strong, sharp enoughTo stagger my heart.Can’t blame anyone, but myself.should’ve been wise.should’ve been cautious.should’ve been better.Can’t blame anyone, but myself.All that being saidWhat’s more to add?Oh, words!How…

Poetry

By: Vishnu B. Unnithan My Lord’s Grace(With a line From WHEN I CONSIDER HOW MY LIGHT IS SPENT by John Milton On His Blindness) I sacrificed and did my best but that was not enough for them as theywanted me…

Fiction

By: Dennis Vannatta Leon and Georgia Price had been married long enough that their grandchildren were no longer cute and cuddly and frankly not much fun to be around, so now each had a pet.  “Our kids,” Georgia called them,…

Fiction

By: Ed Nichols There was a rumor all over Clarkesville, Georgia.  The picture show was going to close.  The Habersham Theater.  It had been operating since way before World War Two.  Movies five nights each week, and all day on…

Poetry

By Manini Priyan Hero Misinformation and lies spreads around usVillains keep controlling usWe descend into fear and hateThe wheel keeps turningWith no end in sight Stories are told of heroes who spread lightAnd how they vanquished the darknessWe focus on…

Poetry

By: Ken W. Simpson Passion Contrasts blend and lingerelements of sadnessand the residue of remorsefor a fleeting memorythe momentary bliss of love. ### Original, Sin Winged beasts ride the night skywhere dark clouds gathera harbinger of gales approachingto clear the…