Poetry
By: Linda M Crate i am a moon child sensitive and kind emotional and deep loony and lunar, but like my moon mother i also have a dark side; can become a wolf tear you to pieces for all the…
Poetry
By: Linda M Crate there’s such judgment in your eyes i know you couldn’t possibly be a friend you’re too willing to jump down my throat and pull taut the wings of my dreams until they cut and crumble upon…
Poetry
By: Linda M Crate the soft whisper of my voice is like a rustling of leaves people are always trying to talk over me with the roars of their ocean, but they do not tend to their birds that’s always…
Poetry
By: Pijush Kanti Deb The inevitable searching season Starts its reactive actions on the crowd But in the blind age only Keeping two luminous witnesses The Sun and the Moon In one hand And in other Compelling the eyes To…
Poetry
By: Pijush Kanti Deb How long is the tape of longings? Unlimited- the prompt hereditary answer Revealing One of the childish ideas We conceive and feel proud of While Counting stops itself very soon in measuring The limited means of…
Fiction
By: Gaither Stewart Her two roommates, Piera and Paola, reconstructed that Priscilla had been missing since noon on December 31. To the police agents twenty-four hours did not sound like a long absence but for Piera and Paola it was…
Poetry
By: Janna Vought When I hit the windshield, I think about laundry in the dryer, chicken for dinner thawing on the counter—my daughters. I land in the space between the nothing, tangled up in my headphone wires. My body shatters, pieces…
Poetry
By: Janna Vought Elizabeth Báthory, 1560-1614, history’s most prolific serial killer, accused of torturing and killing hundreds of young women, then bathing in her victim’s blood. I’m shadow, a symbol cast to paper. I’m myth ravaged by hungry heat, bloated with…
Poetry
By: William Ogden Haynes Today I found my father’s old wristwatch. The battery was finally dead, although it probably lasted about a year longer than he did, dependably counting the minutes in case someone wanted to glance at the correct time….












