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Poetry

By: Barbara Caceres You can’t find beach glass on this beach anymore the artists have taken it carried it away by the bucketful hidden it in the closets of their bungalows convincing themselves it can no longer be shared with…

Poetry

By: Barbara Caceres And he would not go when she wanted him to would not leave her with the speed of a Maserati or the stealth of a nighttime bomber he lingered and hovered and made his presence known playing…

Non-Fiction

By: Raymond Greiner I recently received an e-mail message with an attached photo exhibiting a group of soldiers proudly surrounding a newly developed “bunker busting” bomb. The text of the message explained this was no ordinary bomb, constructed using state…

Fiction

By: N. B. Yomi After school during soccer practice, a slender girl with short blonde hair that went down to her shoulders practiced with her team for until 7p.m., before she went to the locker room to change. After she…

News

Recently launched book “Maya” by a debut author Satishsrinivas is a psychological thriller, about the mysterious life of an innocent girl named Akshara who has wandered away from her kingdom. Some greedy people for their own selfish reasons play with…

Literary criticism

By: Robert Eastwood Although he considered painting a “nobler” art, the polymath Leonardo da Vinci wrote, “Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.” Connection between the two art forms…

Poetry

By: Reese Scott jesus aligned himself with the autistic, the slow and retarded they followed directions jumping up and down till there ankles would brake jumping off hills and mountain jesus had a good sense of humor and made sure…

Poetry

By: Reese Scott Kissing while you are sleeping over dreams that have been blessed with fire as dancers march in rigid steps wallowing over minds and rings over there in the corner sits a child hat on tight blocking the…

Poetry

By: Reese Scott Winter is coming as I look out my window I can see the snow my radiator is turned on and as always my arms are tied tight behind my back the food is in the refrigerator and…

Poetry

By: Saleh Sharif He sat at the table He ate what was given He greeted all who passed, and the ones sitting at the table What appeared was a man, like all who lived Wore a watch and a tie…