By: Umar YB AERIAL BED How relaxedly you layIn the leafy treeAs its branches swayTo the zephyr free… How comfortable and cool,You lounge on the heightsThat you snore and droolAs in the calmest of nights… Now that you begin to…

By: Harvey Huddleston Joanne was such a conniver.  Elliot didn’t know that at the time because like they say in the Bronx, “buttah” wouldn’t melt in her mouth.  They’d just recently begun working together as legal assistants at a big…

By: Md. Saber -E- Montaha Darkness feeds on darkness. The bitter sedimenton the bottom of a pestered pastlike the perpetual penumbrasalways crawls giddily greedilyjust beneath the fathomless pool of pleasant possibilities. With a sudden fling,the engrossing bitterness rolls upwardin a…

By: Stephen Kingsnorth Hook When writing verse – it fills long hours –I like a hook to hang it on;it may be conversation heard,or observation of the herd,a picture with its questions posed,or challenge, teaser, crossword clues. The theme established,…

By: Zea Perez ‘Liway, grab the rope,’ Mang Nico encourages me. The elderly fellow points to the area. He secures his wife Aling Nita by tying her waist with a tie box hook up to him while they both hold…

By David Francis Bleecker A girl in the barsaid What are you aboutI said A kind of datebut it didn’t work out She said she’d been thereI said I thought I was the only oneI guess you can be alonebut…

By: Faruq Yusuff As Theo entered the old street house with his three friends,  he had this feeling in his chest – something felt off about the house. However, they had no choice but to seek refuge from their pursuers…

By: Sheila Elliott (Inspired by a painting of the same title by Vincent Van Gogh, displayed in an on-line collection of work by that artist by the Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam.) You willed the bluest shadow an oak floor would…

By: James Bates The Two Harbors high school auditorium was packed. My wife Jasmine and I found space against the wall and waited. Occasionally friends stopped by and shook my hand.             “Give ‘em hell, Martii,” one said.             “Luck,”…

By: Anthony Ward I was feeling somewhat deflated, standing all alone at the bar, watching everyone live their lives while I was dying to live out mine. With my moods heaving from the atmosphere, I felt the urge to head…