Fiction
By: Brian Barbeito In the before, yes, before he incarnated, the beings gathered round and said, Why? – Why do you want to go there and what do you want to do? He told them that he wanted to know what the real…
Poetry
By: Tasneem. S. Pocketwala People about Around Surrounding her. Low and upset, she Seeks company. Out. Alone Now, sits in one place Awaits Beauty, tranquillity A little pity. – You arrive – Quells the word rising up her lips Tastes it,…
Poetry
By: Tasneem. S. Pocketwala What if we could capture time? Like A moment of Being Apprehended In a photograph. My hand pulsates to hold time. *** I keep my pen down, now. There, rests ‘Sons and Lovers’. I pick it up,…
Poetry
By: Matthew R Moore at the motel for the lost – if you should find yourself here there’s free admission and endless hours while tires seem to sleep in sideways heaps and bumpers corrode as thoughts unhinged cars wave with bags…
Poetry
By: Matthew R Moore As the crow flies ass backward, As the bats scream in the belfry, As you beat a dead horse, You lost me. I know I don’t have a leg to stand on, The goose is cooked, so…
Fiction
By JP Miller It was 1969 when my mother and I moved to Edisto Island. I had graduated from an insignificant high school in Charleston and we were suddenly poor. My father had left my mother for a younger…
News
Imagine the world around you slowly blinking out, your familiar world disappearing into darkness till you begin to doubt not only the world’s existence but your own as well. In this terrifying blindness can you find the light? This is…
Literary criticism
By: Nathaniel Rupp A Vichian Analysis of “What the Thunder Said” What did the thunder say? This is the question one must ask when reading part V of T.S. Eliot’s “The Waste Land.” To do this is to begin…
Poetry
By: Linda M. Crate i‘m sure you’ve done this song and dance before because you were so sincere with your insincerity, and i‘m sure she has no idea that you‘ve made her the scarlet devil that i wanted to burn…
Poetry
By: Linda M. Crate i‘ll be a star in someone else’s sky forever i‘ll wonder why things had to be this way, but heaven knows maybe i‘m safer to never know that answer; so i‘m not going to make myself sick…


