By: Jon Carter fear I can hear the drums under my feet,they are waiting at the wrong gatefor me now. sleep, it is only sleepthat I want – but even in deathsleep will not come. it’s the next thing, always…

By: Ricky Garni FINAL CAPSULE I like chocolate and I like obituaries.Some people like dromedaries and machine guns.There’s a ride at Disney World called“It’s A Small World After All.” And within it,an even smaller world. The Circumference of the earth…

By: Vladimir Motchoulski The urchin told me to jump. “Jump,” he said. “Go on. Jump.” I looked away, down and away, toward the crystalline water shimmering at the bottom of the magnificent limestone gorge. Its seductive blue skin calmed the…

By: Roger G. Singer OUR NAMES a prairie start,shadows overyour eyes,jealous cloudssilently passbrushing outwinds andunansweredprayersdrifting downfrom abovewith reflectionsof paths missedand wordsof fire thatno rain couldquenchuntil the yearsof tidesfloated tothe surfaceour names ### RESTART it was the endof thingsand the beginningof…

By: Trevor Anthony                      The dignity of the artist lies in keeping alive the sense of wonder in the world.                                                                                            –  G.K. Chesterton      The world loves nothing better than to blacken the radiant and drag the awe-inspiring through the…

By Divya Chandrasekaran The vast hospital parking lot lurks among the shadows. Its asphalt blends seamlessly with the dark horizon beyond. The sun continues her peaceful slumber, tucked just beneath the skyline. A dim flicker escapes a street lamp hundreds…

By: Kavita Sarin Lying awake in bedAt the ripe old age of sixteenI realisedFor the very first timeThat only a brick wallSeparated meFrom the tumultuous madnessThat ensued in the room next door. It really was the very first timeI realized…

By: Don Thompson Earthquake Weather The air’s gone undergroundinto legendary deep cavernslocals believe in. And a river down therebroods in the dark—inexhaustibleaquifer of silence. Hot and dry and still.We look at each otherwithout saying what we know.** Dance Wind in…

By: K.McAllister Day 36: I’ve come to the conclusion that she is not coming back. The halls have been void of sound for a while now,  once the skittering of mice as they hunt for any type of sustenance was…

By: Seneca Schwarz A proud voice slithers its way through her otherwise crowded orifice.“Your maze of tubes won’t hinder me from getting out and consuming her.”It said, “I’m almost finished here, but my appetite is insatiable…and you look delightful.” “On…