By: Isabelle Kenyon Flattened fur and dampened spirits, bodies too large to take refuge in long grass – you lie defeated, resigned but waiting. With eyes of fire you watch for prey.  

By: Isabelle Kenyon Great clouds gather, hang like rotten fruit, Peppering the waves with their sour perfume. Salt–drizzled iceberg tickled by an arched bough a mermaid tail, somersaulting through Ocean’s silence, body twisting, Commanding the tides.    

By: Jamie Kahn When I was a young teenager, my sister and I began noticing that around our neighborhood, there was a black cat that often appeared in peoples’ yards and bushes, hiding away and darting whenever he saw a person….

By: Andrew J. Gleason  I have decided to kill myself. Know that it is not out of love or sadness that I perform this most heinous act but because I chose it over the alternative, for that seems far, far…

By: Ian Fletcher They bump into each other after thirty-five years at the funeral of a friend from university days whom cancer has taken from the world too soon. They’re both staying over so have arranged to chill that evening over…

By: Ricky Garni There is a bar named Honey’s that makes a delicious and exotic cocktail that uses filtered ocean water from Montauk in its recipe. Even though it sounds interesting and inspired, I am afraid to try it because…

By: Alyssa Trivett Newspaper cutout men danced in my head, my stomach bowling pin quakes, sits, stays, rolls over to machine beep symphonies. Bedpans slam-dance. I spy faint figures in hospital garbs; the ghosts of my dreams, as I see stars….

By: Alyssa Trivett We sit in our pill-bottles, dormant like vampires during daytime laundry cycles, scurrying away from our own heads with running thoughts ceiling fan spinning above us. Lawnmowers in front of me shake, hardware store paint cans. The horizon…

By: Balu George The Oneness of all things God is the taste in water, the radiance of the moon, the snow on mountain tops, and the twinkle in the baby’s eyes. God is the body, the hair, the feet and…

By: Tahira Z. “It’s time to leave, Meera. Are you ready?” Meera’s mother, Mrs. Joseph knocked on her door. Meera opened the door, wiping the tears forming at the corners of her eyes. Her mind continued to replay the incident…