By Grant Guy pretty buy floyd knew water made itself scarce that summer the cattle withered to skin & bones the sheep were sold off the land was parched ranches foreclosed but like time the banks were eternal & found…

By: Carson Pytell Artist Nature cannot help herself, But we pay no mind. And less. What is the punishment for stepping on the Gioconda? Or farting louder than a nocturne? Freedom. Onto snare roofs she brushes rains, Into cornet sky…

By: Ramprasath Through the porous space, passing of the space fleet PHOENIX appeared like a drifting meteor. After 40 years of cryosleep, the programmed cryosleep chambers allowed the inhabitants to wake up as the fleet approached the configured destination. Planet…

By: Alan Berger His first kid at forty. Yell ya why. With all the things he did as a Tadpole and got away with, risking his life on water towers and railroad tracks and railroad tunnels, joyriding and crashing trucks…

By: Lisa Suess A boy eats a pear – the sweetness of the fruit absorbs all his thoughts, he does not think about tomorrow, he does not think about whether democracy is over or his pension plan or whether pensions…

By Samuel Ekanem As the only human figure in the void corridor, Inem Ikang paused and wondered at her shadow cast on the corridor walls – the corridor her only possible passage, walls made of plywoods. She’d never imagine this:…

By: Enda Boyle After chart and charter were drawn up the battle-bugle sounded over A Coruña a fleet was anchored in the harbour. One-hundred-and-thirty ships furnished with bleached sails and gilded crosses awaited the orders of Duke Medina. On the…

By: Paul Smith Free Parking Is there any chance could it be that all our problems could be solved by parking for free or maybe just a lot with a modest fee? Imagine this connect the dots our globe connected…

By Yasmin Hemmat The sun was burning my eyes as I was walking in a desert. I felt tired and thirsty, and my mind had no idea to where I was heading, when all of a sudden, I saw some…

By: Robert Levine An interesting but often overlooked subspecies of narrative verse is biographical poetry, relating the life story of a real person; a well-read friend of mine told me he didn’t know such poetry existed. Robert Penn Warren pioneered…