Poetry: Selections from Steve Grogan
The Day When the Sun Spoke to the EarthI'm so tired.I can hardly wait.This day is ending.Shining metal caresses flesh.Maybe the sun has cut itselfor finally choked on the stars.If I had been that...
View ArticleFiction: Breaking News
By Mason Yates“Nights in White Satin” ended with an abrupt halt halfway through the song, replaced by a frightened female’s voice who shrieked from the radio speakers throughout the car. “Sorry to...
View ArticleCreative Nonfiction: Echoes of Time
By Bharti BansalIt was a usual day. Ordinary. Maa had prepared breakfast and we were getting ready for school. I was in class 8, my sister in Class 6. As the clock struck 8, I decided to have one last...
View ArticleFiction: War Torn
By Corey VillasHe had gone into town to pick up his usual haul - canned meats, bottled water, batteries, candles, matches, toilet paper, whatever he could get his hands on. The day was unseasonably...
View ArticlePoetry: Selections from Peter Mladinic
Other Nights The shop teacher told you you’d end upbeing a factory worker, but you diedbefore the dream could be fulfilled. Paul, I’ve worked in a factory.One morning I was counting boxes of meatin the...
View ArticlePoetry: Circular Time on the Anacostia River by Christopher Lancette
Circular Time on the Anacostia RiverRaindrops pelting woods and water,I step inside a shelter of primordial stone --passing through circular time,and landing in 1000 BC,when …I sit next to a Native man...
View ArticleFiction: Just Dessert
By Colin GeeCome on said Grandma, pick yourself up it is only three more blocks. I wailed, No she left me for my best friend Tony, my ankles are swollen from the heavy drinking this Christmas, there is...
View ArticleFiction: Aftermath
By C. Mel Stewart The house was a fairly non-descript house in an older, inner-city neighbourhood. Just inside the front door, there were clear signs that there had been a struggle. Peter and Rebecca...
View ArticlePoetry: Selections from Grant Guy
the preacher cried all dayvisited mariam it was thursday afterallbut mariam had doubled her pricesthe preacher cried all daywhat do stars eat for breakfastnot the movie kind of starthe celestial stars...
View ArticleFiction: Selections from Addison Zeller
Let Me Go Through It AgainLet me go through it again. I approach from the street, stop to note the address, focus on the door: I don’t know it. Doors aren’t so different from each other, they act the...
View ArticlePoetry: Selections from Jonathan S Baker
This Way to the Great Egress!I tell my artist friend,"We need artjust the sameas foodor oxygenor the feelof skin warm and welcomingagainst our own." That's just the bananadine talking,a coping...
View ArticlePoetry: Selections from Adam Paxton
CharmerHow best to sayI wish that I could die for youIn some heroic sort of sceneIn some picturesqueAnd pretty messIn a better breed of dreamYou come with meEverywhere,I can’t shake your shadeBut I...
View ArticleFiction: Garbage
By Dimitris PassasTime stands still as I’m sitting in a highly popular cafeteria near the city center, holding my breath as I’m waiting for him. The man I used to consider as my best friend during the...
View ArticlePoetry: 32 Degrees Fahrenheit by Tehya Wade
32 Degrees FahrenheitWe’re skating on thin ice my loveWe’re running on borrowed time,That was never ours to begin with.Please run fasterBecause I cannot turn to faceWhat is gaining on our backsThe last...
View ArticlePoetry: Selections from Steve Grogan
Majestic Purple Aura of the Rebirth Lately I’ve become a writing junky.It’s like a needle that I need.Sewing away into eternity, I can taste the rich tapestriesand I paste them to the window when I’m...
View ArticleFiction: Pressing Paws
By Jacob Aaron ReingoldI stepped both feet into the trash can and stomped. I had petitioned the neighborhood for these shorter, narrower bins, so we would produce less waste. But I couldn’t get the lid...
View ArticleFiction: Hunger
By C. N. MartinThis basement is no place for a child to play.That doesn’t stop me, though. Unfinished with uneven concrete floors, cool underfoot with every step away from the safety of the lit...
View ArticleCreative Nonfiction: Selections from Andrei Atanasov
Prater, 2005I don’t remember the first time I left my country. When I was little, my parents and I did a lot of sightseeing. After Communism fell, the world opened up, and they wanted to see it all....
View ArticleFiction: Bleach & Bourbon
By Chris Gilman WhitneyParker has only cleaned toilets for 2 weeks before his mind turns to murder.We’re in the men’s room on the first floor, between the offices and the shop, the bathroom the...
View ArticleFiction: The Pond
By Corey VillasAs the sun began to top the trees, you could tell today would be another scorcher. One of the hottest days of the summer so far from the feel of it. Even back in the woods, shaded...
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