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Fiction

By: James Bates “I wish you could swim,” Camden told Megan. “Like the dolphins.”             They were downtown, sitting outside having just finished lunch at a favorite cafe. She sent off a final text to her mother, set the phone…

Fiction

By: Peter Astle “You can’t be serious,” Jane said. “You’ll be thrown in jail.”             Paul shrugged. “We might as well be in jail. Besides, this is important. It’s just one night.”             “It’s martial law,” Jane reminded him. “Public…

Fiction

By Mark Kodama I.      He never did anything. He did not work; he did not help around the house. He just sat around, collecting his pension. She did all the work. She worked full time as a secretary. When…

Poetry

By: Nancy Diamante Bonazzoli Skin-Touch of Love Ferocious night. We left him there;his inhalator gone silentas his heartbeat. We slam the car doors,surrender to grief. You turn the key.Windshield wipers echohis ghost-dance rhythms. Defroster on the fritz,our exhalations fog,dripping sheen….

Fiction

By Ramprasath Rengasamy I took deep breath. I then approached the school ground where there was heavy crowd. The school was at the foot of Banjar hills. The passing clouds could only touch the waist of the hills and yet…

Poetry

By: Dr. J. Sheeba I heard my Foremother sayWe had freedom to eat… They said, women are kitchen spidersTheir world lies there.She was the monarch, decidingWhat nutriment could be cateredTo kings at home.“We have plenty, be silent at home.Wings are…

Fiction

By: John F Zurn There exist many experiments that remain unknown because of the desire for government secrecy.   However, many secret programs are kept secret because they are so provocative – or foolish – that few would believe they could…

Fiction

By: Kathleen Kempert “I don’t feel like I fit into your life anymore,” I type into the phone.  I look at the words before I hit send, my index finger hovering, daring me to press it.  I watch the words…

Poetry

By: Ryan Quinn Flanagan If There is Skin in Your Soup, You Are Probably Eating it Wrong I am on a diet.I will not eat anything for 40 million and one days.My head will hurt, but that just means it’s…

Fiction

By: Mary Rohrer-Dann *We, who are still fortunate in all the many privileges of privilege.                         (with respect to Susan Sontag)             Good Morning America and the too-aptly named Eleventh Hour bookend our days. We watch the stock market…