By Eric P. Koch I scream and shout as I storm into battleThrough mud and field I run.Firing at the unseen “enemy”But enemy, no, that can’t possibly beFor they are all my brothers. I scream and shout as I storm…

By: Jack Bristow      The large van lurched up the snow-capped mountains, higher and higher, farther and farther away from civilization. Scotty Kline, forty-four, scruffy faced, was behind the wheel navigating the many twists, turns and straddling the black ice,…

By: Supatra Sen Two Women –Separated in Space and Time She would read the newspaperIn the quiet afternoonsAfter the entire household of twenty threeWould be fed and attendedMarried at nine and mother at sixteenSchooled by experience, taught by lifeEnsuring that…

By: Paweł Markiewicz I have dreamed during the whole night. A dreamy Erlking has come to me with his wizardry of muses. I opened my dear soul for his fulfillment as well as for the dreamery full of moonlit night….

By Rex Bowman It’s early summer and I’m sitting on the couch, hurriedly flipping through the sports channels with an air of desperation, as if the pin has just fallen out of the grenade and I need to find it…

By: Emalisa Rose sky interrupted you were lightningi was the skyinterrupted moments beforewe made rain. ### double shot Joe gives me a good pourthe goose with a lemon twistfive big blooming olives he loves how i flirt withhis parrot eyes..a…

By: Fabrice Poussin Beyond the abyss It is a leap of faith above infinite spaceDarkness below to another dangerLooking up to the azure of a peaceful realmWhat lies beyond a dreamed yet feared. From a desert land burning with numbing…

By Divya Dubey The Anatomy of Choice by Harshali Singh is the story of Bhavya Sharma, the second offspring of the Sharma family that inhabits a large historical haveli near Chandni Chowk in Delhi, with its mysterious mausoleum. This is…

By Stephen Kingsnorth Passing Phase They built, to fill, sarcophagi,but groundsmen dug soiled body holesfor reasons cutting maintenance,when time to face the passing phase;obsolete in necropolisso shelter found in holy place,then ossuary for later bonesto save some space, babushka dolls….

By: T R Bates All summer long I’ve been waitingFor the asters to bloom again.I don’t know exactly why,Maybe because they areThe last field flowers of the year,The last flowers Barbara and I saw togetherAlong with all the visiting bees…