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Poetry

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…

Fiction

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!…

Fiction

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…

Poetry

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…

Poetry

By: Angela Moore Is There Anything Colder Than Polite? Thinking of…All those cold numb smiles.Time that rewinds and festers.…Chased with pleasant plastic speeches….Unpolished truths that somehow remain unsaid,muted by talks of sun and rain.Thinking of…All those polite gestures. ### A…

Poetry

By: Dan Holt Doing What He Loved He alwayssat on the porchsmokingfilterless cigarettesall the way downuntil they burned his fingers He wouldtoss them in the yardand light another One daythe dry grasscaught fire He just sat therein his shortsand undershirtsmokingand…

Poetry

By: Paweł Markiewicz You hound are a starry night over fog,fallen in love with the Epiphany.The moon may be mine! Told the moony dog.With you tender garden – is so dreamy. Bewitchment of stars, your ability.Your hunting is dearer observation.A…

Fiction

By: Ken Kapp Once upon a time, pre-COVID-19 time, there was a clever fox, a vain crow, and a piece of cheese. And if you’re thinking that was a long time ago, you’d be correct. In fact, in those days…

Poetry

By: Stella Chidinma Nnaji I should not havebut it is tiring, that day.The sun still shines just so,the sky’s still bluenothing wants to changeeveryone wants to tell meof that day I don’t like.Nothing will changeso I will change.I have put…

Poetry

By: Mohammad Jashim Uddin Pain, pain, and painhe can still remember everythingand it still kills him every timeas is waiting for her with a heart of pain. he can still remember everythinghow she treats himhow he feels about herbut don’t…