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Poetry

By: Amy Robles I am a blanket hugging you while you cry. I keep you warm, and tell you it’ll be alright. I sleep next to you and keep you in my arms from sunset to sunrise, providing comfort on…

Poetry

By: Adriene Im Looking outside the eyes of my house, life just seemed too short and too bright. It was the sort of story swimming with glories I would find in books that line my shelves. I thought opening a…

Poetry

By: Mark Tulin The Water Broke My wife’s water broke  into a thousand tiny pieces, soaking the maternity bed.   She apologized to the nurse for the mess she made and offered to clean it up and change the sheets. …

Poetry

By: Chi Nwanze As I sit silently, stuck in this place, I sadly begin to realize I have no escape. I am left with nothing, not even my name. Here, I am just a number. I can’t help but wonder…

Poetry

By: Allen Serrano Rain Rising The hubris we have accumulated from up high opened the gates. Descending dangerously like a barrage of miniscule arrows, we only had one destination, no matter how long it took. I was caught up in…

Poetry

By: DS Maolalai Mostly it’s pigeons. it was one of those days which get wet without raining – something fallen overnight, perhaps, without ever coming warm enough to clear. the city like a basement apartment with pipe problems, and everyone…

Fiction

By Mark Kodama Although my brother and I were born a year and half apart, we were often mistaken for brothers. We grew in a small village, near the island city of Hiroshima, divided by the River Ota. Hiroshima, the…

Poetry

By: Victor Azubike Book of the face Book of the face Hook Of the first chapter Albums Selfies Year book Of college years Phases Vignettes Montages Of scenic landscapes Of places visited Cafes Malls Airport lounges Stratospheres Up close Portraits…

Poetry

By: Sobia Ali Insects live in crevices of an old wall A lizard also lives in a crevice Of the same wall The insects know about the lizard Lizard’ s intentions are well known Then what keeps the insects From…

Poetry

By: Brooks Robards SNOW SHADE White shadows, the draff of snowfalls long banished by spring’s brew, linger on the lee side of fence posts piñons, junipers, all objects fit to stand before the sun. Not enough to green plant life…