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Poetry

By: Duane L Herrmann ODE TO ERN MALLEY Do an “Ern Malley”as the pranksters did:assume a male persona,pretend to be a poet,make up new versein strange new ways,and shock the otherswho thought they knewwhat a poem was.Open doors which morefollowed,…

Poetry

By: Ranjit K Sahu A killer summer Causality of an unsolicited relationshipMy heart wanders around the dusky huesThe summer sky grapples with cloudsComprehending what’s false and what’s true Wishes metamorphose into murmurationsChanging their shape and intensityAnd in those abstractions sketch…

Archaeology/HistoryEssay

By James Aitchison He was born a British prince.  His father was Queen Victoria’s youngest, brightest son.  He was educated at Eton.  Lewis Carroll, a family friend, dubbed him a “perfect little prince”.  Yet he was denounced in Britain as…

Poetry

By: James Aitchison When all is calm,when every ripple is smoothed,when every doubt dispelled,the four corners of the worldare yours.None shall limit your horizons,none shall steal your wisdom,none shall thwart you.Old whispers are no longer heard,and your breath is eternal.When…

Poetry

By: Jim Bates Big white moon glowingShining bright across the skyLighting up the night. Crisp late summer nightThey snuggle warm under quiltsMoonlight bright with love. Old-time country roadSwirling dust clouds rise and settleIn a timeless way. Gentle dawn sunlightFlowers glowing…

Poetry

By: Emmanuel Papa Quansah When you see tons of placardsflying without flairWhen you see hundreds of fistsvertically punching the airWhen you hear millions of hungry voicesshoutingWhen you see thousands of jobless feetstamping the streetWhen you see our teenagers and adultsslapping…

Poetry

By: Debbie Tunstall 1) Love in the fast lane You worked at the ‘ used car ‘ dealershipwhen you sold me your love, discounted to half the price-And I bought it. After a quick test drive, and a signature on…

Fiction

By: Ian C Smith. At last he lands a real job, regular, not stop-gap: reasonable wages with overtime, albeit monotonous graft reached by driving in peak hour traffic, the idea of the car as freedom thwarted.  He hasn’t been told…

Poetry

By Reese Scott I don’t remember the exact sayingFor every year you are with someone it will take six months to get over them and move onMe and my girlfriend were together for three yearsSo, I have to wait over…

Fiction

By: Linda Barrett                The two women bumped into each other as they unlocked their respective mailboxes in the Chateau’s retirement community’s lobby. The tall red-haired woman moved backward while the short blonde woman also moved backward.                “Sorry” they…