By: Paul Tanner 2 supervisors caught himat the chiller section,shoving packs of bacon into his anorak.they dragged him into the manager’s office … you go backto scanning and packingfor the queue … about ten minutes laterthe guy in the anorakgoes…

By: Joan Gelfand Blood Memory By Gail NewmanMarsh Hawk Press, 2020$15.00ISBN: 978-0-9969911-9-3      The strong and steadfast Los Angeles sun no doubt has restorative powers. Well-being emanates from its bright light, an outdoor lifestyle is perennially uplifting; flowers, fruit and trees…

By Robert Prochaska Bud sat soaking his gout-ridden feet in warm water. The purple flesh that had ballooned to three times its size at his ankle made me flinch. As I turned away from looking at the stumpy mass, he…

By: Mihika Saraf The color Black,Black is an ominous color,It represents the sign of death and sadness,It is the colour of the silence, the language in which the silence utters consequences,In ebony crowded around a casket void of a whisper.Black…

By: Mahathi THE FLOOD(In India modern dams are constructed without arranging alternate habitat to the displaced people, who are mostly tribals living on the forest resources. The dams on other hand are causing great environmental danger by razing down forests,…

By Clark Zlotchew Plunged into darknessalleviated by flaming torcheson rough-hewn rock walls,damp walls of a cavern.Flickering flames cast shifting shadowson stone surface in disturbing dance.I plod and I trudge in slow motion. Before me suddenlya narrow tunnel appears.I squat in…

By: Anuradha Dev Akshay:  Rhea, show me your home.  Rhea: Why? Akshay: I wanna see it. Take a video 📸 and send it to me.  Rhea: What? No. I’m busy.  Akshay: Doing what? Tweeting how pissed you are at the…

By Harrison Abbott I dreamt about Rosa for the first time. I lay in the dark and I think that was when I first realised I had mixed emotions for her. Or new ones, rather, that unsurfaced from my subconscious….

By: Jordan Zuniga Stirring, stirring, the pounding of the drum,Marching, marching, to collect the final sum,Where patience was once a virtue that surely stayed,A king’s messenger declared that death would no longer be delayed,The mustering of arms, the soldiers hosts…

By: Liaa Kumar “Oh my god, can you imagine?” she said, her voice full and bright, the words tumbling out in a passionate jumble. She holds her arms up against the night sky, beaming, eyes searching the stars as if…