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Fiction

By Ramprasath Rengasamy I took deep breath. I then approached the school ground where there was heavy crowd. The school was at the foot of Banjar hills. The passing clouds could only touch the waist of the hills and yet…

Poetry

By: Dr. J. Sheeba I heard my Foremother sayWe had freedom to eat… They said, women are kitchen spidersTheir world lies there.She was the monarch, decidingWhat nutriment could be cateredTo kings at home.“We have plenty, be silent at home.Wings are…

Fiction

By: John F Zurn There exist many experiments that remain unknown because of the desire for government secrecy.   However, many secret programs are kept secret because they are so provocative – or foolish – that few would believe they could…

Fiction

By: Kathleen Kempert “I don’t feel like I fit into your life anymore,” I type into the phone.  I look at the words before I hit send, my index finger hovering, daring me to press it.  I watch the words…

Poetry

By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan If There is Skin in Your Soup, You Are Probably Eating it Wrong I am on a diet.I will not eat anything for 40 million and one days.My head will hurt, but that just means it’s…

Fiction

By: Mary Rohrer-Dann *We, who are still fortunate in all the many privileges of privilege.                         (with respect to Susan Sontag)             Good Morning America and the too-aptly named Eleventh Hour bookend our days. We watch the stock market…

Poetry

By: Simon Perchik *Hot milk, half with butterfliesand the cup helps you thinkwhat happened happened clearly letting her blouse open so one breastcooled before the other though youare 5 going on 5½, tugging a blanket from far away as nap…

Poetry

By: Preston Chan I say proudly… Another person couldn’t say it.Just … couldn’t say it.The disdained fear embodied her visible complexion —Fear that wasn’t there just two moments ago. “It’s a hearing aid,”I’ll always say,Like the sound of a neglected,…

Fiction

By: Fred Miller Part I: The Promised Land It was her supervisor at the hospital who had asked during an appraisal interview – did Angela enjoy bookkeeping? Well, why didn’t she consider an accounting degree from the local state university,…

Poetry

By: Linda M Crate crows, waters, trees i have alwaysworked hard,learned the valueof it froma young age;disciplined and witha strong will power i wonder howsimilar or differentour lives wereshe who shared the same soul our names and livesare different,but we…