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Poetry

By: Wylie Strout A stout woman with Her aged shoulders Broadly raised Flicking sticky tentacles here and there Birthing tentacles yes, here and there Oh, Mother of mine A tough old lady’s aspirations: throbbing, growing, dreaming, tugging, pulling, seizing Seeking the…

Poetry

By: Wylie Strout Forgive me, for being human For being someone you did not expect to find For being true to myself For forgetting Forgive me, for having a spiritual side For being marginal at life For seeking new ground,…

EssayNews

By: William T. Hathaway The presidency of Donald Trump is going to be a slap in the face of American workers that will wake us up to the reality of social class. Big T’s pedal-to-the-metal policies will show us clearly…

Poetry

I was ceaselessly awake Tweeting Typing Tapping Trundling Tumbling In the hope to see Sonam Gupta Have I heard it right ‘Sonam Gupta bewafa hai’? I left no denomination without Scribbling Striking Stroking Shooting Sending In the hope to defame…

Fiction

By: Tom Sheehan It all really began with a kid’s game and the kid was touted long before he got out of Shadowdance on the trail to Abilene, because he came lit up like a store window dummy, all shiny…

Fiction

By: Reese Scott They all waited till it was daylight. All the homes. All the apartments. All the cars. All the ferries. All the planes stopped. Each person went outside making sure that they had removed their modern day white…

Fiction

By: Sri Ram “So, hunting for a job you ended up in here?” Ryan asked. “Yes. Is there a problem with it?” David replied politely. “There is a problem dude. Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror? You…

Poetry

By: J.W. Kash You meet so many people in life You see so many things You hear so many promises and plans Vision and Ideas Projects, trips, collaborations, art, dreams Oh yes yes yes Words words words I am guilty…

Poetry

By: Denise Marques Leitão No, no. I’m not aiming for some pre-established aesthetic. I want to be willing to be ridiculous, pathetic. Tear away all these layers that have never kept me safe. Why lacquer my words then? Instead, I’ll speak…

Books Reviews

By: Denise Marques Leitão As a child I learned to identify the crescent moon in the sky. I also learned that the World is round but I didn’t know things would be so different from upside down. At school, the teacher…