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Poetry

By: Gary William Ramsey FILE CABINET OF DREAMS Kill that dream, stop that smile.For after a while, you must fileyour life it seems, by those dreams. God does not file lives alphabetically.He files dreams systematically. It’s been awhile, since God…

Fiction

By: Abu Siddik The shack was rickety. It stood at the far end of the forest of Khairbari. The yard was covered with long grass and wild weeds. An old watchman, lean, pale, wizened, greasily bearded lived there. For how…

Poetry

By Douglas J. Lanzo “My Grandfather’s Walking Stick” When I was a boy and stilla few years – but one dream – away from becoming a man,my grandfather presented me withhis prized walking stick,trimmed with his pocketknife froma handsome stick…

Poetry

By: Rachna Goswami I have walked in someone elses’ shoes several times and have experienced the world of possibilities.I have moved away from home yet found home everywhere .I am young but I have already lived thousand lives without dying.I…

Fiction

By: The Birch Twins Aaron Michaels missed the goal again, and the shot rebounded harmlessly off the crossbar. “Aw, you fucking ball sack,” my son shouted with his hands in the air, “he’s fucking blind, that mon.” “Like I said,…

Fiction

By: Ruth Deming Thirty years and I am finally retired from teaching.                 Finally!                  I won’t go on about the years flying by unnoticed – but of course it was true.                 All I really wanted…

Poetry

By Tom Zompakos Would that we could see beyond the heartThe compass Southed by any early blow swamps in pity and rotPlugs the hole with coke and chocolate; caviar and potChurns feet to dance floor beats or yanks the arm…

Fiction

By Tom Zompakos The plague days made hermits of us all. It was a lesser challenge by orders of magnitude than Civil Rights or the Great Depression, the Civil War, the Revolutionary War, settling or anything like that, yet all…

Poetry

By: Karlo Sevilla Cubao Expo Smoking Area, Night Led by the vine,mother cat and kittensclimb decrepit spiral staircase.Just for furry paws to treadand mortal eyes to see.My cigarette smoketwists and turns skyward,and together with feline family,disappears into the stratosphere. ###…

Poetry

By: Mary Bone Sandhill Turtles One by one, baby turtlesgo down a winding path.The sandhill was always a place of safety.The shells will be their nightly home,a protection from the elements. ### Hatchlings Our mother hoversover us with juicy worms,beaks…