By: Patrick Sweeney     My excalibur pen, won at Excalibur Casino where everybody wins, is a spade and heart-sprinkled shaft topped with a bell jar containing two bright orange die.  The jar’s discolored with the same gunk (luck residue?) that…

By Patty Somlo             The afternoon following his mother’s arrival, Hamid dragged the faded green chair out and set it in front of the window. Hamid had pulled the same chair over to the window two years before, after returning…

By: Jade Quinn Luna stood there, dumbstruck by the strangest mirror she had ever seen, a thing that once had belonged to her twin sister Lupa, now dead. She couldn’t sort out how come the mirror, or whatever it was,…

By: Carl “Papa” Palmer Icicles always fat at their topstapering down toward the ground,time frozen in melted dropsfrom eaves around the town.They drip in the day,refreeze at night,melt away,out ofsight

By: Enrico Barigazzi. The last time i’ve seen you The fall has come bearing down on my shouldersthe forgotten regrets concealed into a casket full of summer sandand your eyes have been twinkling inside my memoriesas stars in a dark…

By: Angela Moore Your True Worth When you can’t see your worth.You crave fames decadent reprieve.To melt the emptiness within.Bask in the spotlights warm glow.Though it only illuminates the damage they’ve done.To such a beautiful soul.Who was and will always…

By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey Memories sprout like cactusthat I planted in my potsoft,spiky shoots tender as nightremind me of coarse fabrics of your cloththat I dared to touch unmindful of pricksand oozing droplets of blood on my tips.Yellow bulbs of…

By: Harrison Abbott      I woke up and wondered whether I’d ever be a great man. After nearly three decades I was still a boy and it wasn’t looking likely; didn’t look like the world would last another fifty years…

By Eric Burbridge             “Larry, let me solve your financial difficulties…for five million dollars let me murder you?” Rocmon asked.             Larry Herman laughed, but the seriousness in those dark eyes made his heart sink. How did he know his…

By: Stephen Kingsnorth A Faith Community gathers, Conwy Hill, Wales A ruby line, massed silver birch,the purple-plumed ice stalagmites,the russet bracken canvas backed,warm signs, green-bottle conifers,the cold winds ever interrupt. Atop near hill, in silhouette,some branches, high-sky summit stand,an upturned…