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Poetry

By: Stephen Kingsnorth What of Ravi, Sunil? Pencil moustache, bike perched as frame,common boyhood smiles about,and bright, bright eyes hiding nilsave haunting heads that never willmeet again as growing lads. Here, Ahallabad, green college fields,the only common ground, for meCambridge,…

Poetry

By: Wil Michael Wrenn Absence Sometimes I think I hearyour footsteps, but I turn,and you’re not there. Sometimes I think I hearyour voice calling out,but then I wake from my dream. Sometimes I think I hearyour laughter, but it’s onlythe…

Books Reviews

By: Joanna Marsh Tony Birch is an Indigenous Australian Author who has won an array of literary awards. He writes short stories, poetry and novels. Dark as Last Night is an anthology of short stories with a telescopic focus on…

Poetry

By: KJ Hannah Greenberg Effort Investing in skill building is advantageous to Andean condors whileOperating paths to working past setbacks exist, except for nest building.In such cases, finding answers to remarkable troubles excludes almost allVulture-sought solutions via creatively prepared twigs,…

Fiction

By: Christian Ward The afternoon where I discovered the word dying began with something simple as sunflowers. We had been touring the French countryside in the morning, visiting old vineyards and cellars and decided to eat lunch opposite a field…

Fiction

By: Sheila Henry I believe I may have found the man, who can change my life in many ways. I look forward to experiencing him, Apple thought as she sat on the vanity gazing longingly at her image in the…

Fiction

By: Bob Kalkreuter He’d finished his third drink before she told him she was leaving. “What?” he said, startled. They were sitting at an outdoor café, the late afternoon sunlight scrabbling over the cement in pursuit of retreating shade. She…

Essay

By William T. Hathaway The baby-boom generation is ending its lap in the human race, and the Fridays-for-future generation is beginning its run. Generational shifts of power are symbolized by the image of passing the torch, but now what the…

Poetry

By: John Muro Deliverance Wind gusts, strong enough to lift small boats fromThe surface of water, are pelting piers and hasteningThe undoing of long-leaning trees; shredding thickHedgerows in such a way the lower leaves tangleAnd spin like minnows in shallow…

Fiction

By: Reynaldo W Duar Jr Our story begins with our characters, Diane and Will.  Diane and Will are relaxing from a busy week. The year is 2027.   Diane and Will’s son has just gifted them the latest VR device. They…