Fiction
By: Gudrun Roy Me and my sister both applied for college the same year. She was a braniac so she graduated school a year earlier than she should have. We both wanted to go to Harper College. We both wanted…
Fiction
By: Donald McMann One The first time Margaret Crossland walked into the new arena, she could smell the ice. It was a good smell, a familiar smell, even an exciting smell. It stirred her as few other scents could. W.T. had…
Poetry
By: Sandeep Kumar Mishra The After Effect Why is it necessary? A row of lights when we are supposed to sleep, Colorful Neon fantasies when we are to dream, Intoxicants slow our breath When we should be panting with labor; Why…
Fiction
By: Zane Tomich Jump. Come on, do it. Just jump. You paid hundreds of dollars for this and now you want to bail? What a waste. I mean come on. Think of it this way. You are falling so incredibly…
Poetry
By: Milt Montgue a perfect day picture a perfect day the heavens above are painted blue with a satin smooth brush white puffs are dribbled carelessly across a canvas sky small islands in an azure sea the sun smiles beneficently…
Poetry
By Chandra Shekhar Dubey Will you listen to me? When your soul gets weary and you cry for some caring hands to touch and heal you. Will you listen to me? when your heart is broken and limbs get numb…
Fiction
By Yoshiro Takayasu (translated by Toshiya Kamei) Often used as a site for events such as children’s small parties, a bus was stationed in the parking lot of a burger joint. That night Nana and Aya, two girls who had…
Poetry
By: Aaron P. Meadows I am the dog barking up the limbs of every tree, wet my nose between limbs snatches prey’s scent, soft like lavender edged with cloves, hungrily lapping up the dregs of society from prey to prey leaving…
Poetry
By: Aaron P. Meadows The white ladies will lay on plastic beds laying prone for the sequin heroes’ blade who by way of chisel, blade, and hammer can make a hundred faces all the same. The white ladies manage little to…












