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Books Reviews

By: Milt Montague as I left my home this morning I was greeted by a new friend exuding waves of love and warmth hundreds of tiny florets dressed in passionate pink made into a baseball sized flower each one sitting…

Poetry

By: Sunil Sharma In a fluid world away from this one of stricter boundaries float creatures otherwise denied and banished from the kingdom of the Homo sapiens, the ones evolved the varied specimens interact in a scene not possible real-time…

Fiction

By: emon.nc The water would recede, but the stench would linger on. A cold, damp, hopeless stench that Neharika hated so much. Every time the murky brown water rushed through the doors of blue moon hotel, Neharika would feel fretful….

Books Reviews

By: Chuck Orloski The Garden of Eden Dow neither rose nor fell and Eve’s income never surpassed $100 grand. Methinks she got a bad rap from I AM WHO AM’s publicity staff, underwriters, and Heaven’s D.O.J. Why all she ever asked…

Poetry

By: Abhijeet Deshmukh The sun is obscured by a cloud The thunder you can hear aloud The clouds race to be the first To a mountain that will make them burst This joy of rain we have known for ages We’ve…

Poetry

By: Eliah Medina Sleep well my son and dry your tears, I know you are hurting, it will be over soon. We will soar again with the gods for countless years. We flew from the labyrinth of death and fears Flying…

Poetry

By: Chuck Orloski Boiling days of July 2016, school’s out, American kids ushered to Grandpa’s inflatable pool and Smiley’s Day Care Center at $300.00 per week. Sedated, weary, Mrs. Johnson sat in back row of Harper Valley Junior High auditorium….

Poetry

By: Robert A. Davies She blessed us when we came a lady in her 80s bent over, face wrinkled a voice sweet and thin. We had come for strawberries. She directed us to the farthest field. Again she blessed us….

Fiction

By: William T. Hathaway Bracing against gusts of wind, I splash through puddles and crush red-orange-yellow leaves that splotch the sidewalk to the radiologist’s office. There I drink the barium cocktail and slide into the CAT scan ring; the machine…

Fiction

By: Gaither Stewart His dark face projected toward the rain-blurred windshield, Ibrahim’s body was unusually stiff and erect. The powerful windshield wipers slashed relentlessly but ineffectively at the unyielding rain while the constant splash from the intense traffic on the…