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Poetry

By: Linda M Crate i wonder how long it will take them to realize they voted for a man who doesn’t support them? voting is more than picking the pro-life candidate over the pro-choice one, and what irritates me the…

Poetry

By: Linda M Crate i’ll never understand how this happened, and i don’t want to believe in a future without hope; i keep praying somehow this is just a nightmare that i will wake up and the results will be…

Poetry

By: Linda M Crate it’s the morning after, and i feel so numb and broken; like my wings have been not only clipped but pinned to the ground— how could hate win? why did we let this happen? i’m so…

Books ReviewsNews

Amazon announced an original pilot based on ‘The Book of Strange New Things’ slated to cast world-renowned actor and producer, Anil Kapoor. The ‘Slumdog Millionaire’ and ‘24’ actor will play the role of Vikram Danesh, the authoritative head of the…

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…