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Poetry

By: Enda Boyle Springtime in Derry Cautiously, by stealth the sunny days creep inThe citizens are stirred by a palpable carpe diemThey undertake a wilderbeast migration seawardIn nearby costal towns columns of bare torsoslay on beaches, pale blistering into a…

Poetry

By:  Sivaprasad V SUICIDE An act of cowardice when a loser doesDisgrace to kins it bringsHe does have the right to live but the right to die is not hisEscaping himself from worldly sorrows is crime he commits An act…

Fiction

By: Jeff Harvey Randall placed three folding chairs around the card table, then added a rolling one with a broken caster. He opened a bottle of wine and poured himself a glass, drinking it like a shot of whiskey. “Make…

Fiction

By: Carlos Delgadillo So many noises were filling the air. Screams, the shouts of soldiers, and of course, a bang! Noah jolted awake, and followed immediately with a wince as a shot of pain radiated from his left leg. He…

Poetry

By: M. F. Nagel In the morningWhen the stars gather to singLook to the skyAnd seeA chariot wingedA chariotwingedSoaringSoaring star walkersStar walkersFire spitting 2. 1.FireBeyond the edge of dreamsDreamsThe edge of dreamsWhere we have livedLivedSo longSo longAsleep In the morning…

Books ReviewsPoetry

More than our physiques, the COVID-19 pandemic has shrouded, stricken our minds. The scare has hurt more people and caused widespread harm than the virus can ever do. The trust has bottomed out. Attacks on healthcare workers and increasing suicidal…

Poetry

By: RC deWinter so much for pretty i don’t want to wake up with a pretty mansomeone in love with his looks pretty men are fine for those who like themsmooth and urbane and hollowall greased up with the slick…

Fiction

By: Sarah Fan “Hey. Hey!” Will cried, chasing after SIM as he burrowed further through the landfill of scrap metal and waste. “Look man, we can’t do this without you.”           SIM turned his head back. It gave a rusted…

Poetry

By: Alexandra Dreyzin Fingerprints They appeared, first innocuous, disruptingthe dust on my nightstand, a few scattered over a rocking chair,a reminder that I should clean more, do more,better again and again. But with the spring days longer, they have grown…

Fiction

By: Carlos Delgadillo The cold spray of near-freezing muck from the gutter seemed to pounce on me from my right side. Even my umbrella could not protect my gray coat. It now weighed as much as a brick and was…