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Poetry

By: Allen Serrano Rain Rising The hubris we have accumulated from up high opened the gates. Descending dangerously like a barrage of miniscule arrows, we only had one destination, no matter how long it took. I was caught up in…

Poetry

By: DS Maolalai Mostly it’s pigeons. it was one of those days which get wet without raining – something fallen overnight, perhaps, without ever coming warm enough to clear. the city like a basement apartment with pipe problems, and everyone…

Fiction

By Mark Kodama Although my brother and I were born a year and half apart, we were often mistaken for brothers. We grew in a small village, near the island city of Hiroshima, divided by the River Ota. Hiroshima, the…

Poetry

By: Victor Azubike Book of the face Book of the face Hook Of the first chapter Albums Selfies Year book Of college years Phases Vignettes Montages Of scenic landscapes Of places visited Cafes Malls Airport lounges Stratospheres Up close Portraits…

Poetry

By: Sobia Ali Insects live in crevices of an old wall A lizard also lives in a crevice Of the same wall The insects know about the lizard Lizard’ s intentions are well known Then what keeps the insects From…

Poetry

By: Brooks Robards SNOW SHADE White shadows, the draff of snowfalls long banished by spring’s brew, linger on the lee side of fence posts piñons, junipers, all objects fit to stand before the sun. Not enough to green plant life…

Poetry

By: Michael Mintrom If Joseph Cornell had been inspired by the Rolling Stones Box 1: ‘Time is On My Side’ Welcome to our small Shakespearian stage. Time Magazine covers hang on a wall: Marilyn Monroe, Elvis, JFK. Golden ropes pull back…

Poetry

By: Riley O’Brien You simple boy, you inspire me to write. I love the way you look, talk and inspire, Invading my mind day and through the night, Always dreaming about my stupid desire. Let me compare you to an…

Poetry

By: Emily Flores Looking back I realized how badly you needed me But I can never go back now that you’re gone You’ve loved me more than Kanye loves Kanye I never saw how much you wanted to cease to…

Poetry

By Alan Berger Each and every day is a nightmare screamEach and every night is a high fidelity day dreamEvery hour goes by like a minuteEvery thought I think does not leave before I spin itEternity will for me never…