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Poetry

By: Chuck Orloski Midnight in D.C. – Smithsonian museum glass glare, no one around but for security cameras. The Bunker family stayed up late, emerged from bunker, and took seats upon favorite chairs. Archie’s politics stunk for Edith, she actually “pulled…

Fiction

By: Lee Oleson When Coco was fourteen Marco, his father, was shot dead in a robbery. Marco was working behind the counter in a corner grocery when there was a stick up. After the thief took the money he didn’t…

Poetry

By: Sasheera Gounden Upon the carousel To meet friends, family But most of all, You Pinks, blues and that of the colour bile Of static combed clouds dispersed in filthy rotunda traps Clay men hold moons Of catfish, Coney and sausage…

Poetry

By: Ben Nardolilli You will not flinch over anything, it’s clear, You speak to me of the dick and the clit, But you can get clinical too, Conversing on the vagina and the penis, With no deference for the vas…

Poetry

By: Ben Nardolilli In every heart of this generation is a burned over district, I have found mine, have you found yours? But we can afford lifestyle merchandise, which should be enough despite the trickle down drought We are restless,…

Poetry

By: Ben Nardolilli This dance of logorrhea scares me up from the floor, when people cast limp feet from side to side until sneakers and heels matriculate in unison, the result of poor eye and ear coordination. Let the host play…

Books ReviewsEssay

By: Indunil Madhusankha It is a singularly striking fact that modern man is in a whirlwind of technological wonders and innovations with a never ending zeal for enhancing the comforts of his living. At a time when the world is charged…

Books ReviewsPoetry

By: David Ogana It takes lots of guts To fight my father The father insect. knowing well, he is a butterfly, i leave him stick to my shirt to fly me east or west south or north or either west of…

Poetry

By: Linda M Crate   caught in a reflection of my past my fingers can’t break through the glass to the reality for i fear the pain of it, and i know i must overcome this nightmare if i’m ever…

Poetry

By: Linda M Crate you try to tell me that i’m weak that i’m only a woman, only a girl emotions will always get in the way; but you don’t understand that loyalty, love, and compassion are strengths not weaknesses;…