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Reminders of Loss
by Sam Hendrian Lay awake ‘til 6 AM Waiting for the sun to rise So the shops would be open again And the radio would play something more relatable. The happiest day of the year Is the most miserable for many Who are forced to remember someone they’ve lost Or imagine having someone to lose. Thankfully it didn’t snow To add insult to injury Although the iciness of the air Failed to give hope that somebody might care. No presents to wrap, No wine bottles to cap Other than a sing
Sam Hendrian
5 days ago
Longing
by Steve Evans My mouth is full of the aftertaste of chocolate, of red wine’s soothing soliloquies, and many other promises, but all they really speak about is you. I’m not feeling guilty, though. What am I to do when you aren’t here except eat more chocolate and pour more wine? You could appear and close the box, recork the bottle and offer me your own sweet tastes but you’re so far away. We both know that won’t happen. Shall I grow fat on the absence of you, sing hopelessly
Steve Evans
7 days ago
The Minuscule Creatures
by Syeda Kanwal Batool Naqvi Remembering the old-gone days While sitting alone, at the prayer mat, after Fajar Every muscle of the body in the state of crisp due to icy, frosty, blustery winters, Listening to the silence of surroundings An ant, passing by- The immediate memory crop up in the mind The girls sitting on the ground Holding the pens—blues and whites Putting the marks, as much as they can, on the gaster of the ants, thinking they might see them again Alive, fractur
Syeda Kanwal Batool Naqvi
Jan 25
The Willow's Curse
by Walid Abdallah The village of Qaryat al-Nahr lay sprawled across the Nile’s fertile banks, its people rising and resting to the rhythm of the river. By day, the place glowed with a charm no painter could capture. Willow trees lined the water’s edge, their long, green branches bending gracefully, dipping into the current like women washing their braids in the Nile. Children played beneath them, lovers met in their shade, and farmers bathed their weary feet after long days i
Walid Abdallah
Jan 22
The Star Signs of Sceptics
by Gary Welsh She was an Aquarius; he didn’t give a shit about astrology. He told her there were no stars in the sky the night he was born, and hence no constellation to stereotype him with. He didn’t believe there were only twelve types of people in the world, so she read her horoscope out loud to him from the morning paper. She was convinced it would come true. He told her that back when he was an intern journalist, he spent a week working at the lifestyle section of the lo
Gary Welsh
Jan 21
Night Nineteen
by Virginia Elizabeth Hayes Eleanor looked out the crooked bedroom window wondering about the law of averages. Nineteen days ago, she rented a house that was really a collection of added-on rooms, that passed for a structure, out in rural Alaska. She hadn’t traveled here for the architecture. No. the house was conveniently positioned under the zone in the sky called: the Aurora Oval. This was the part of the world that enjoyed more visitations from the Northern Lights, on ave
Virginia Elizabeth Hayes
Jan 20
Simple Bread
by Renz Chester R. Gumaru Warm dough slowly rises, holding quiet strength. Simple ingredients become more, shaped gently into life. Golden crust cracks, releasing warm, drifting steam. A scent of calm comfort fills kitchens and hearts. Bread travels all cultures, shared across humble tables. Its presence brings together; families, friends, and memories. Each slice carries history, each bite offers belonging. Bread nourishes body, soul, with steady and timeless grace.
Renz Chester R. Gumaru
Jan 19
Dusty Nation
by Allan Lake So much narrative now in rear view but I won’t miss international flights in economy. Gone the urge to go up and over, around a globe, to cross oceans. The lovers, friends, lovers who became friends or, in one case, a fiend that required a restraining order. Old houses became homes, requiring plaster, fresh paint, shelves for books that over time collected dust. Then walls again cracked and whispered goodbye because goodbye was all that was left to say. So much
Allan Lake
Jan 15
Somehow I Still Exist
by Solape Adeyemi I walk through days that feel already decided, as if every door has been measured and I was found a fraction too small. Compliments arrive like echoes in an empty room, soft, distorted, gone before they touch me. I watch other people move with the ease of belonging, their voices certain, their laughter a language I will never learn. I keep trying, stitching myself together with effort and apology, but the seams split before night falls. Nothing I build holds
Solape Adeyemi
Jan 14
The Silence of Wings
by Malkeet Kaur It takes off from the runway, a thundering metal bird let loose into the twinkling night sky, its landing gear crunching before folding in. Inside the long, seemingly secure tube, hundreds of souls prepare to cross distant lands and oceans. Some are simply answering the call of home. Its nose climbs higher and higher, slicing through air and wind until it becomes a speck of flickering light to the awe-struck denizens below. Inside the cockpit, the twinkling pa
Malkeet Kaur
Jan 13
The Silence After Fire
by Malkeet Kaur When their worlds collided, the air thickened - sparks caught on skin, and the night held its breath. He, the dark lord of reason; She, the Titian goddess of defiance. At dusk, they forgot themselves, their names melting into touch. At dawn, they woke - half whole, half gone. They explored each other as though discovery could save them, as though love were not a kind of ruin. He kept her in his shadows, a secret worshipped in silence. She trembled against his
Malkeet Kaur
Jan 12
Kaiju Summers
by Logan Noble Lead the Defenders of EARTH PRIME against the KAIJU HORDES – 14 cards per pack, one RARE and one HALO-FOIL HERO guaranteed! Copy on booster pack of Defenders v. Kaiju (base set) Whenever we had a spare $3 to our name, my brother Rog and I would buy a booster pack of Defenders v. Kaiju. The nearest place that sold them—at the time, this being rural Michigan, this being the early 2000s—was the Wal-Mart two towns over. Allowance, birthday money, the mythically rar
Logan Noble
Jan 11
Articles
Dreaming of Kalbarri
by Meredith Stephens “Wake up! If we don’t get going now it will be too hot!” urged my fiance Alex. I couldn’t understand why we had to leave for Kalbarri National Park at 5:30am in darkness. Was it really going to get that hot? We quickly arose and headed to the car for the long drive. By the time we arrived, the day was breaking and we were among the first tourists to arrive at the famed Nature’s Window. We made our way along the trail to the window where international tour
Meredith Stephens
Nov 2, 2025
Between Two Skies: An Egyptian Heart in Albany
by Walid Abdallah When I first arrived in Albany, New York, in the winter of 2014, I felt as if I had stepped into a painting. The air...
Walid Abdallah
Oct 13, 2025
A Little Bundle of Fur/ A Not So Little Bundle of Fur
by Charles Stott I go for a walk most afternoons, and this Saturday in June was no exception. I felt good so I thought that I would go...
Charles Stott
Sep 22, 2025
Reviews
Refugium Book Review
by Catalina Bonati 3.75/5 stars ★★★⯪☆ Refugium by Eric Nicholas (2025) is a novel set in the Pleistocene, where several different types of pre-humans co-habitate as they take refuge from the Toba super-eruption aftermath in Sumatra. Set in an unspecified area of lower Asia, an Homo Erectus named Last is the lowest-ranking person in the tribe who must make do with scraps but who is sustained by the love of his little brother. The Erectus tribe is beset by a tribe of Homo Deni
Catalina Bonati
Jan 5
The Cold Visitor Book Review
by Catalina Bonati 3.75/5 stars ★★★⯪☆ Jonathan Butcher’s The Cold Visitor (published October 4, 2025) is a haunted house and cosmic horror novel that centers on the marriage of Sally and Herbert, who have reached their twilight years and now live in the retirement village of Heaven’s Sent. Sally comes from an accursed family who every half a century must complete a gruesome ritual in order to keep a demonic cosmic monster at bay, and the time has now come for the ritual to be
Catalina Bonati
Nov 16, 2025
Willow Rose Book Review
by Catalina Bonati 3.25/ 5 stars ★★★☆☆ Willow Rose by M. Kevin Hayden (to be published October 28 2025) is a short novel of...
Catalina Bonati
Aug 26, 2025
Short Stories
The Star Signs of Sceptics
by Gary Welsh She was an Aquarius; he didn’t give a shit about astrology. He told her there were no stars in the sky the night he was born, and hence no constellation to stereotype him with. He didn’t believe there were only twelve types of people in the world, so she read her horoscope out loud to him from the morning paper. She was convinced it would come true. He told her that back when he was an intern journalist, he spent a week working at the lifestyle section of the lo
Gary Welsh
Jan 21
Night Nineteen
by Virginia Elizabeth Hayes Eleanor looked out the crooked bedroom window wondering about the law of averages. Nineteen days ago, she rented a house that was really a collection of added-on rooms, that passed for a structure, out in rural Alaska. She hadn’t traveled here for the architecture. No. the house was conveniently positioned under the zone in the sky called: the Aurora Oval. This was the part of the world that enjoyed more visitations from the Northern Lights, on ave
Virginia Elizabeth Hayes
Jan 20
The Silence of Wings
by Malkeet Kaur It takes off from the runway, a thundering metal bird let loose into the twinkling night sky, its landing gear crunching before folding in. Inside the long, seemingly secure tube, hundreds of souls prepare to cross distant lands and oceans. Some are simply answering the call of home. Its nose climbs higher and higher, slicing through air and wind until it becomes a speck of flickering light to the awe-struck denizens below. Inside the cockpit, the twinkling pa
Malkeet Kaur
Jan 13
Poetry
Reminders of Loss
by Sam Hendrian Lay awake ‘til 6 AM Waiting for the sun to rise So the shops would be open again And the radio would play something more relatable. The happiest day of the year Is the most miserable for many Who are forced to remember someone they’ve lost Or imagine having someone to lose. Thankfully it didn’t snow To add insult to injury Although the iciness of the air Failed to give hope that somebody might care. No presents to wrap, No wine bottles to cap Other than a sing
Sam Hendrian
5 days ago
Longing
by Steve Evans My mouth is full of the aftertaste of chocolate, of red wine’s soothing soliloquies, and many other promises, but all they really speak about is you. I’m not feeling guilty, though. What am I to do when you aren’t here except eat more chocolate and pour more wine? You could appear and close the box, recork the bottle and offer me your own sweet tastes but you’re so far away. We both know that won’t happen. Shall I grow fat on the absence of you, sing hopelessly
Steve Evans
7 days ago
The Minuscule Creatures
by Syeda Kanwal Batool Naqvi Remembering the old-gone days While sitting alone, at the prayer mat, after Fajar Every muscle of the body in the state of crisp due to icy, frosty, blustery winters, Listening to the silence of surroundings An ant, passing by- The immediate memory crop up in the mind The girls sitting on the ground Holding the pens—blues and whites Putting the marks, as much as they can, on the gaster of the ants, thinking they might see them again Alive, fractur
Syeda Kanwal Batool Naqvi
Jan 25
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