By: Ilgin Yildiz Hysteria as a disease has over 4000 years of history. Freud invented psychoanalysis on the basis of his work with female hysterics like ‘Dora’ (Ida Bauer). In 1952, with the elimination of the word ‘hysteria’ as a…

By: Philip Charter It was all about the minor details. Move things around too much and she’d notice. As well as having elephant-like ankles, she had a memory like one too. I nudged things an inch to the left one…

By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin How long have we knocked each other?Historians like Herodotus, Thucydides, and Ibn RustahCannot complete writing the history of our love,They might have failed since it’s longer than that of history you guessed. Waters are enough to…

By: Stefan Splawinski Bureau of yokels subjected to much ridiculeperennial objects of fungivers of the worlds breadjust as essential as the sun so beware of good shepherdswho herd man not the beastthose who promise abundanceyet never provide the feast the…

By Arron Thomas Chris sat feeling his bald head. He ran his hand across the naked scalp, as he remembered better days.  He stared blankly into the mirror. Lost in his own gaze. A loud call from downstairs was not…

By Ashley Summerfield ‘Jack Fontaine?’ The man leapt from his chair, and scurried across the empty waiting room in record time. Following the Doctor into the room he looked around. The room was small and relatively bare, save for a large…

By: Richard Puglisi Epilogue What is it?You wantThat you’re content with to haveThen when it goesYou find something elseThen when that goesYou look for it againBut one day your search comes to an endAnd there is nothing else leftWhich way…

By Ruth Z. Deming There were boyfriends and there were boyfriends and then there was You! We met at a dance in a Germantown, PA church. A plaque out front read, “Built with brownstones, in 1895.” Was it ever crowded!…

By: Michal Reiben David’s sister Dana is pacing back and forth over his terracotta tiled kitchen floor, her face rigid with tension, “Do you remember our cousin Arie?” she finally blurts out. “Sort of, what about him?” “He got in…

By: Georgia Sutherland I Should’ve Learned the Breaststroke If life is a pool, I’ve plunged to myDeath, watching Time watching mewatching Time as my arms flailabove ripples, my cries drownin laughter, some gleefully floatabove bold white clouds, the sun blushesstaring…