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Poetry

By: James G. Piatt The top of the pepper Trees glisten With a scarlet glow from Vanishing prayers, The Mission’s bell spire Gleams with a holy flame, Dim umbra’s exist below. Oh beautiful summer day, What will you bring and Leave…

Poetry

By: James G. Piatt Beneath the shade of a Sycamore tree, looking at thoughts reflecting off the ripples of a blue pond, I hear the strident voice of a red headed acorn woodpecker tapping, “forget, forget, forget,” into the emptiness of…

Poetry

By: James G. Piatt When I am probing for relief from dark days, my mind is fraught with the omens of a murky future, the sky is filled with dark thunder, and foreign deserts with rebellious cruelty, and the airways are…

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By: Ajay Patri Neil Gaiman, in his introduction, is quite clear about a few things regarding this new book of his. One, the way his own works in the past have been influenced by the Norse myths (anyone who has read…

Fiction

By: Dr. Cornelia Păun Heinzel : Translated from Spanish by: Iulia Costache A long heartbreaking whistle, like a desperate wailing penetrates the souls of those who wait on the wings of the boulevard in the center of Bucharest. Every bit…

Fiction

By: Ram Prasath As a sharp knife was on its way penetrating that tall man’s chest and he screamed loudly while his clothes went red, the director shouted “cut” thrice indicating to the crew that the scene was over. The…

Fiction

By: Ram Prasath “A Million?” “Five. One settlement” The dark figure that sat inside the Rangerover thought for a moment and pulled out a bag and handed it over to Donovan and Jimmy. Donovan and Jimmy took the bag, pulled its…

Poetry

By: Milt Montague poetry the ultimate language implying a multitude saying little shorthand a story simply told much left to imagination creative imagery cloaks an idea in protective camouflage a strong feeling held close briefly committed to paper words are…

Poetry

By: Milt Montague when I was a child the world was dominated by the penny candy case highlight of the local candy store a large glass showcase featuring many glass shelves chock full of different candies all available at two…

Poetry

By: Chuck Orloski At West Wing desk, Reince Priebus takes a weird (unsolicited) call from Donald Trump’s “old home boy” pal and summons the president to answer his phone. “Yo, it’s me, The Worm,” said Dennis Rodman, “remember me?” (a grumpy…