Kingdom of Chaos, a Poem by Scott Thomas Outlar
We don’t want your money, just your soul on a silver platter served to order for our warm feast while we spit out your raw famine. We...
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- Sep 8
- 6 min
Lost Boys, a Short Story by Ann van Wijgerden
Chaos. Wrenching at her. It will sweep her away if it can. Clari’s left hand grips the gummy steering wheel, her right the stubborn gear...
Contributor
- Sep 1
- 1 min
As the Crow Flies, a Prose Poem by Joe Bisicchia
Feather instead my wings. All the way home, over the streets, for here we are. In truth, none alone. Christ, O Truth, take my hand.
Contributor
- Aug 25
- 2 min
Neverland, Flash Fiction by Daylund Prior
I am not a lost boy.
Lost girl. It doesn’t sound the same, the name doesn’t roll off the tongue. No, girls cannot be allowed in Neverland.
Ann Christine Tabaka
- Aug 11
- 1 min
I Will Take You with Me, a Poem by Ann Christine Tabaka
I will take you with me beyond dark
doorways propped open with slivers
of light. Along winding trails in a blackened forest
Ann Christine Tabaka
- Aug 4
- 1 min
The Cost of Penance, a Poem by Ann Christine Tabaka
There is no justice that can be bought, no time that can
be spared. Words spoken incoherently, scatter in the wind.
Gary Beck
- Jul 28
- 8 min
Landlord Attack, Short Story by Gary Beck
Jaime Perez crept up the fire escape as quietly as he could and stopped at the third floor. He leaned over the guard rail to the kitchen...
Contributor
- Jul 21
- 2 min
Golden Triangle, 2022, Non-fiction by Donna Obeid
I looked for everything the way it was twenty years ago. Buffalo boys balancing on the horizon. Bungalows on stilts with woven reed...
Contributor
- Jul 14
- 1 min
To an Empty Doghouse in Tall Weeds, a Poem by Sherry Poff
With open face you welcome the stranger looking for home. Built for a hound, you could be shelter for a multitude of field mice, a...
Contributor
- Jul 7
- 1 min
August 27th at 3:43 p.m. Flash Fiction by Thomas Elson
At this stage in his life he worried about everything. Five days before his seventy-eighth birthday, he scanned his body. Eyes cloudy....
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- Jun 24
- 2 min
Translation Memory, and Your Principle of Reduction? a Poem by Desmond F. X. Kon Zhicheng-Mingdé
“True translation is transparent: it does not obscure the original, does not stand in its light, but rather allows pure language, as if...
Contributor
- Jun 16
- 1 min
Make a Difference! a Poem by D.R. James
—a villanelle to commencement speakers everywhere Tonight, fatigue’s grim flower unfurls, but Gandhi, gunned down, had this to say: “Be...
Contributor
- Jun 9
- 1 min
Whales, a Poem by Burt Rashbaum
You loved our songs. named us by our flukes, watched entranced as we danced on the waves but we knew we were still endangered....
Contributor
- Jun 2
- 7 min
Stationery, Short Story by Kenneth M. Kapp
Harry pneumatically lowered the front of the bus. John smiled, went along with the joke, and hunched over as if he were an old man. He...
Paula Pivko
- May 19
- 3 min
The Monster, a Poem by Paula Pivko
2020 was the cruelest year breeding ice-cold storms from pain and hatred long kept hidden away from the sun’s light. Something caged...
Contributor
- May 12
- 1 min
Loving My Enemies, a Poem by Clara Klein
When trouble lies ahead And evil shows its face, I am urged to retribution, But fight a different war. I do not consider them enemies,...
Katie Annarino
- May 5
- 6 min
In Between and Far Away, an Essay by Katie Annarino
The large wall of windows on the fifth floor of the Stefanie Spielman Comprehensive Breast Center overlooks the corner of a congested...
Jessica Noel Grissom
- Apr 28
- 2 min
Walking on Eggshells, a Poem by Jessica Noel Grissom
“Walk cautiously”, he warns, daring her to miss a step. She moves with quietness and grace, carefully avoiding the eggshells. She’s...
RC deWinter
- Apr 21
- 1 min
All Our Pretty Words, a Poem by RC deWinter
your truth may not be mine nor mine yours in fact, they may be diametrically opposed the only unarguable truths in a digital world those...
David Forrest
- Apr 15
- 2 min
Listening to Writers, a Poem by David Forrest
A writer visited my school. No cape or pipe but you could tell. I still have the notes, dictated word for word: If you want to write then...
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