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Poetry

By: Christopher Mulrooney the humpbacked whales you shouted in my ear as we ran along the highway something about the humpbacked whales over and over again

Poetry

By: Brenna Deane   The dark moon, a burnt out light bulb A translucent orb of molding cheese Cool light, sour life, quiet hum, dusty surface, bitter aroma Wide eyes absorb the gentle melody Armstrong’s first step into Space The…

Poetry

The river still waits for the boats that once sailed over to the other side with hopes to conquer lands beyond the distant hillocks. Centuries have gone by yet no fellow returned. Not even a descendant ever showed up. No news…

Poetry

By: Linda M. Crate your eyes are the cruel garters of the sea, eroding away all sense of ego or self you see past me through me as if i am the invisible woman — you stare past my words,…

Poetry

By: Alex Bernstein     I’m on his shoulders. We’re at the beach. Playing in sawdust. Smiling in the ambiance of sweet nectarine sounds. Lapping on orange jungle gyms, in Batesville offices, and on spinning chairs. Sidelines at little league…

Poetry

By: Mark Williams   Baptized in flames Of fire restrained Me a love went up in smoke Ashes to ashes Dust to dust The Lord sent her away. Baptized in flames Heart burning in flames Heat spreading, surrounded me Dark…

Poetry

By Onkar Sharma “I’ll freak you out with my disembodied voice. I’ll shriek you out though I’m stabbed thrice.” The Sound starts the blues and thrills the torso. It belongs dolefully to the oblivious world. The shuffle resumes and retreats….

Poetry

By: G David Schwartz   I’ll Never See You Again G David Schwartz I’ll never see you again Never even anymore Not even if I go into Our most favorite store I no no more Will I ever see you…

Books ReviewsFictionPoetry

 By: Anna Spencer     Hang Borin is a Khmer writer whom I have had the great pleasure of meeting recently. He was born in a refugee camp in Thailand in 1987. His mother had made the perilous journey over…

Fiction

By:  Diane L. Merkel   Just above a Geico bill and below a Chase credit card statement rested a white envelope. It was addressed to Leo in handwriting that was not unfamiliar to him; handwriting which debuted on the back cover…