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Poetry

By: Jon Carter Split Detail one life moves forward and the other dies away, yes, there are two hearts now beating in my chest, constantly searching the sky for answers. feeling guilty over this potential future, sickened by my disrespect…

Poetry

By: Chandra Shekhar Dubey When you come to me With gleams in eyes and loads of broken promises in heart across a corridor where silence reigns supreme and moans deep. I break into pieces , gathering the petals of memories…

Fiction

By: Prashil  Kumar The night wore a black shroud, gulping the last rays of light away. It manifested in itself, an eerie peacefulness which suctioned my spirit buried somewhere deep within me, over and over again. I moved closer to…

Fiction

By: Stanford Chigaro The African night sky is a wonder. It is the main reason I came to wish to fly. It is the most beautiful art in the history of this world, alive with its raw energy, a song…

Poetry

By: Sophia Kelly I’d apologize in advance, but Game of Thrones is not my religion. Sundays have always been a little rough for me ever since my parents picked that day (and only that day) to argue about something I…

Poetry

By: Cynthia Pitman I. The hand-stitched hem of my home-made dress is a little uneven. The seam of the right sleeve puckers. The back zipper buckles and the pattern in the cloth doesn’t match up. The bodice is too big,…

Poetry

By: Alan Berger Thru the week dad worked at the grocery storeAs a beggarOn the weekends out of life he wanted moreSo he became Mick Jagger The eyeliner and lipstick Fucked up our sink The sweat from his wig Left…

Fiction

By: Michal Reiben The first time I hear about Carl ‘abducting’ his baby girl from his wife, I am shocked and voice my opinion, ‘You did a cruel and terrible thing,’ I say. In his defense, he says, ‘When I…

Poetry

By: Ana M. Fores Tamayo Las azucenas No tengo lengua para hablar el ronroneo que cae de las cabezas en roturas blancas, quebradas, negreadas con el reflejo entreabierto del espejo, lánguido en su eterna soledad. Arbitraria yo me quedo, llena…

Fiction

By Mary E. Myers Jen’s chaotic home was deep in the Rhode Island woodlands and near meadows belonging to electrical steel giants-their grey metal legs heaving high over our bent bodies as we manically collected blackberries before the sparrows raided…