Poetry
By: Cathy Charlton Generations before sought solace in vast landscapes; wilderness reflecting the spirit within, a space to be free. Mountains and lakes, the salty sea – all must feel, for they have seen millenniums. But in our shrinking world…
Poetry
By: Franco Cardiello CREATOR You invented the clock. You created many seasons. You designed the house where you reside. You chiseled contradicting laws into stone. I try my hardest to adjust my circadian rhythm until it stops. I search for…
Fiction
By: Samuel Evans Jimmy Whiteman stared deeply into the campfire. Its orange glow flickered and pulsed in the wind. He could hear the distant howling of coyotes piercing through the night, mingling with the sound of the breeze whispering through…
Poetry
By: John Grey HERO Not that I think one is required hut if you do feel the need then I am available. But I’m warning you, my past efforts have been failures. Your mother, remember her, said something like, “Hero,…
Poetry
By: Simon Perchik Step by step you limp behind yet it’s the Earth that’s whittled down holds on to the scraps as mornings and the little stones these graves heat with sunlight –you’re warmed the way one shoe lights up…
LiteraryArt
By: Adam Kluger Art 1 Art 2 Art 3 Art 4 Art 5
Poetry
By: Paweł Markiewicz for the sake of sea wolves cribbed pearls the pirates are dancing aboard despite of a seagull-like angriness lories as well as the pearls a meek hoard of the sea wolves dreaming of the propitious lories and…
Poetry
By: Paweł Markiewicz Something of Hungary would give thanks to Austria for the historic-ontological suitableness, a weird-like spirit. I was with my hound in front of the primordial oak I harvested there tree glamorous-meek acorns I have left behind the…
Poetry
By: Jake Cosmos Aller It’s a Dog’s Life For Me I’d like to come back In my next life As a dog A dog’s only worry Is its next meal All it has to do Is wag its tail And…
Fiction
By Russell Richardson “You really are reformed,” said Edward Getty with a twisted smirk. Barry Barabbas sat bent over a small Formica table in his friend’s tiny kitchen and studied dirty scratches that marred the tabletop. Edward had been using…












