By: Patricia Tramble “Amanda, Jacob scored his first goal today!” Bruce was so excited. “The crowd went mad! There they were the Tiger vs the Cougars, game tied 4-4, Jimmy Thomas kicks […]
Goodnight Amanda
Reality’s dream
By: Uche Ozo The night was dark, and the silence deafening, with occasional chatters that sounded like the hoot of owls. I lay still on my bed, eyes to the ceiling and […]
‘The Story About the Exercise’ and other poems by Glenn Ingersoll
By: Glenn Ingersoll The Story About the Exercise Her cheeks have a touch of color. And she is wearing a red sweatsuit. “I’m getting so that I look forward to Artemis,” she […]
Foresight of souls
By: Alexandra Sullivan There is a hooded figure than glides across the white dead sea. Her boat floats as soft as the souls that echo round her. Everyone meets her when their […]
Here
By: M. Taggart A piece of mind is a funny thingflecking out among the trees Somewhere we leave a laughlooking for a smile Came home with a bag of sunshine asking you […]
Curse of the Candles
By: Franklin Powers Frank had worked at Premiere Marketing for a few years now and had been promoted to Vice President of Sales. He spent a lot of time at work, neglecting […]
‘The next Beatles song’ and other poems by Mark Tulin
By: Mark Tulin The Next Beatles Song I keep waiting for the next Beatles song sitting by the radio in my psychedelic bedroom. I know if I hear it first, it will […]
James G Piatt’s collection of poems ‘Solace between the lines’ oscillates between darkness and light
Dr James G Piatt’s poetry collection ‘Solace between the lines’ is up for grabs. Dr Piatt’s latest collection of poems, travels the roads between spirituality and chaos, war and peace, and darkness […]
‘Pretty buy floyd knew’ and other poems by Grant Guy
By Grant Guy pretty buy floyd knew water made itself scarce that summer the cattle withered to skin & bones the sheep were sold off the land was parched ranches foreclosed but […]
‘Artist’, ‘Chopin’ and other poems by Carson Pytell
By: Carson Pytell Artist Nature cannot help herself, But we pay no mind. And less. What is the punishment for stepping on the Gioconda? Or farting louder than a nocturne? Freedom. Onto […]
