By: Alfredo Salvatore Arcilesi  After seven days of intolerable confinement, Izzy decided that this foggy afternoon was the right time to free herself. And, if she could manage, Clara. She had been testing her crippled body since the morning darkness,…

By: Aruna Subramanian 1Time is THE best friendone could chance upon.It’d peel off certain masksto save you from fallinginto the trap of illusion.Befriend time!! 2.Our planet’s becomethan abode of walking machines.Synthetics rule over nature.Ballooning expectationsblowing away relations.Humane heartssuffocate to breathamidst…

By: Ahming Zee People were swarming in heading straight to the pet lady as she was taking kittens one by one out of her carrier and into a big cage. Everyone in the Pet World knew her, and her all,…

By Eric Burbridge             Tuesday was the best day of the week to do any kind of business. This Tuesday the weather was warm, sunny with no wind. Toledo Parfit said, “I got a surprise for you be ready in…

By: Dave Whippman AFTER THE SIEGE According to the poetsThis is how it ended: the tall towersstill ablaze, me struggling in my husband’s armsas he dragged me to the waiting galleys.I yearned, they say,to join my love among the dead,…

By: Colin James I’m leaning against a flagpole.It’s moving a bit in the windenough for prophesies of nauseawithout being political,besides the obvious bias.Flag not currently flying,the rope is clanging, echoingfrom the poles hollow center.I’m not thin enough to be inconspicuous.Some…

By Mark Kodama      The one hundred rockets dropped from the thin Martian sky, individually, in bunches and finally by dozens before they slammed against the red dirt, like a fireworks show, first isolated bursts of light, then simultaneous bursts…

By: JayM Ode To Passion My worst arguments are with my own mind,To pave the way for my best words for you;Words of enchantment give themselves up,To that your beauty creates, to you. Indelible prints of ardour, upon my mind,A…

By: Stephen Kingsnorth Sanga Wrap, face, skin reflecting pile pineapples,toothy sarong fruit vendorssentry corners, slow spiral screwto mountains drag-drawn from flatland haze.Lushed tier paddies, suspended tanks,glitter dun-lime battle grounds,side-step from trunked trunk haulers,gross chink-link necklaces,chained to logs and bored mahouts;noising…

By Dawn DeBraal She looked away when she saw the woman and her child picking through the dumpster. It hurt too much to see that. She wanted to help but, how could she? The little boy in rain boots held…