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Poetry

By: Woody Fran She wants so desperately to love And to be loved A love more powerful than the word itself The type only portrayed in movies She wants once again to trust As a newborn clings to its mother…

Poetry

By: JL Smith Iron Maiden The iron maiden sits in the bedroom room corner, waiting for me to come inside, feel its confines, compression of air, its sharp nails, scraping my skin no matter where I turn. I put myself…

Fiction

By: Gary Zenker It’s the same argument every time the two of them are in the car together with me. “Don’t listen to her, she’s telling you the long way. Turn left here and then go straight,” my wife commands….

Poetry

By: Allen Serrano If Our Sky Was Our Skin If our sky was our skin, what color would it be? Pigment dark enough to blaspheme a holy night or fair enough to irradiate the clouds as if heaven was here….

Non-FictionWellness

By: Michelle Kelly The medical industry has an interesting way of functioning. A patient’s wellbeing is in the hands of strangers who are supposed to save their lives or keep them as healthy as possible. Many patients put their complete…

Fiction

By Robert Feinstein Back in the seventies, I used to drive a cab on Sundays. It was tough work and I was grateful that hacking, which in those days had nothing to do with computers, was not my full-time job….

Poetry

By: Denny E. Marshall Science Fiction Haiku black hole each a galaxy black hole deep space probe survives long enough to find got the color wrong all the things you did last month, alien watching on T.V. tonight aliens assure…

Fiction

By: David Desiderio My wife came home from work early and took me by surprise with the question, “Who were you talking to?” Charlie and I usually held court at the kitchen table where I was sure to hear the…

Fiction

By: ZT Wiser I watched her sitting quietly at the patio table as her company chattered away. The conversation focused on who had been wearing who, and which party had been the most decadent the night before. They erupted into…

Fiction

By: Michael Summerleigh She had never been late coming home from work. Bonker and Zoom got supper at 5.30 without fail, so when she turned the corner he sensed…knew…something was wrong. The sunset shone through the three high-rise towers to…