By: Garry Poree The cool evening brought a condensed morning dew, clinging to the grass and cobwebs in the schoolyard. As the sun began to rise, boasting her might from the horizon, the moisture started to evaporate. The pendulum had…

By: Don Tassone The old man raised his hoe high in the air and brought it down, striking the thick, encrusted soil with all his might. He grimaced and moaned as a pain shot through his arms and into his…

By: Ronald Robin Roy The Land Where I Belong Take me to the land Where freedom is harvested, Where golden sunshine wash away weariness Where koel sings to soothe ears Where ripples in the pond reflect longing dream Where if…

By: Christine Nanfra “I feel a strong connection to you too Ken, you know that, but we’re both married,” Jane stammered a bit. “Hell, we know each other’s spouses.” She breathed deeply to keep herself from falling, falling into arms…

By Gaither Stewart On the day their love affair began Wally and Dietrich were sitting on Rome’s flower-garlanded Spanish Steps. And unlike any other day in either of their lives, their meeting was indelibly stamped in their memories because of…

By: Ian M. Evans Hannah tucked her two cans of spray paint out of sight behind some of the dead flowers and stepped back to admire her handiwork: red letters, still glistening on a gold background, scrawled across the concrete…

By Claudia Piepenburg The girl had never been inside a mausoleum. She was just a child after all. No one in her family had died yet so she hadn’t attended a funeral or burial. But she was always afraid when…

By Dan O’Neill His name was Diego.He was twenty two, had a medium build and hairless..He was dark skinned.He said he was from Torreon,Mexico,the same place Ricardo Montalban was from.He seemed very proud of this.I told him he was muy…

By: James W. White Jessie dropped the letter on his mattress, “What the living hell?” He studied the envelope for the third time. It was addressed to his cousin, Frank Graves, care of Jessie’s address, from Frank’s mother, Joyce Taylor,…

By: Mishal Imaan Syed I. Prodigy “c# minor is a healing key.” This is what she tells me, and it is, too So velvet. Softest as the first of winter’s aubade The color of fantaisies and tonalities of remembrance, a…