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Poetry

By: Corey Cook   You lean against Nana’s charcoal grey Taurus – a monochromatic reflection of the midday sky. Hands in pockets. Hat pulled down. And watch your siblings search the boggy yard for “eggs.” Empty pantyhose containers heavy with…

Fiction

 By: Ian Cassidy    As a child I never read a kid’s book, I just didn’t get on with them. Narnia, Wind in the Willows, Winnie, Alice and William, I read them all later, as an adult, I think they’re…

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Mythology and storytelling are fused together in Samhita Arni’s new novel ‘The Missing Queen’, a stylish makeover of The Ramayana. Set in a contemporary Ayodhya, ‘The Missing Queen’ is a story of a journalist’s quest for the missing queen of…

Poetry

By: Antonio Prata i played sports sometimes like basketball there were courts near the school sometimes i played with big black guys sometimes dad and i went to see the nets play he let me drink a beer when they beat the…

Fiction

By: Vanessa Cutts A dusty old brass gramophone stood in the corner of the square, sparsely furnished room. The only other piece of furniture was a long wooden divan seat that doubled for sitting and sleeping. Black and white photos of…

Fiction

By: Richard Lutman   He hoped the long drive through the cold December rain would be worth it. The decision to see Nancy again hadn’t been an easy one. It had been a year since he’d seen her last. There had…

Poetry

By: Josh Lisiuk I am about to start Allow the journey to depart Please have a read of my poetical story Its one that took place in the odyssey Our brave Hero, Odysseus fresh from the battle of troy A drift…

Poetry

By: Kharis Lund My cocaine angel speaks to me In psychedelic light Bring forth visions of ecstasy In moments that feel just right My needles are all rusty My veins, bruised purple-blue But my white angel still sings to me…

Poetry

By: Kharis Lund The dead brown grass resurrects itself The trees no longer stand like sterile skeletons The flowers rouse themselves in blooms of color And the sun comes out of hiding, brighter than ever But nature lied to her…

Poetry

By: Mitchell Krochmalnik Grabois I was drawn to all the wrong things ego ambition callousness Even after I understood I refused to be enlightened I dated women solely as an excuse to scare them half to death with my reckless driving…