Fiction
By: Lindsay Boyd “What did you come here for?” The edge in Amisha’s delivery when she recognised my voice at the end of the line and posed her baffling question was a new note when directed at me, but not by…
Poetry
By: Linda M Crate standing in the shadow of who you think you are no one could ever measure up because you’re always looking down your nose, and forgetting to be humble; the only reason you should look down on…
Poetry
By: Linda M Crate off screen i stand anxious pacing and pacing everyone stares they don’t realize that this is my natural environment wish it was just as simple as letting it go as i’m constantly told to do, but…
Poetry
By: Linda M Crate sometimes i feel like i fall short of expectations a gasp of air when they were expecting a dragon, but i remind myself i don’t have to exceed anyone’s expectations but my own; i’ll shatter their…
Fiction
By: Michael C. Keith Being alone is very difficult. –– Yoko Ono At 70 years of age Eugene Bickford wondered if he’d be the first to go. At 80 he had seen several friends and two relatives die. At 90…
Essay
By: JD DeHart My own journey into publishing started in the age of expensive print and paper writer’s guides, and loads of postage. I had some modest successes, examples of glossy, professional journals, and others that were only photocopied and…
Fiction
By: Ruth Z. Deming The Greenbaums lived in a large stone- front ranch house in Weirton, West Virginia. Papa had emigrated from Vienna, well before the worst of the Jewish purges, graduated from medical school at Case Western Reserve across the…
Fiction
By: Sri Ram While the Mars exploration space shuttle was on its way to Mars’s Orbital Path around the sun, Mark Webber was looking at the newspaper copies which featured his 5 year old son’s summer camp photos. He had…
Poetry
By: Mary P. Douglas The twins astonishingly entered the world on the day they were due The deliveries went as envisioned A boy and a girl, The parents were pleased. The twins’ lives commenced beginning the unspoken, lifetime competition. The…
Poetry
By: Mary P. Douglas Rocketing to the moon, Stealing a star, maybe two, Observing the universe, Amazed by the view, Wishing I could share it with you, Maybe I am; maybe it’s me, you, and the moon, Sailing leisurely, Drifting…












