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Two Poems by Strider Marcus Jones
by Strider Marcus Jones I Follow You Into Night i sense you in summer wind and try to redefine the Other ring that binds us in this...
Strider Marcus Jones
Jul 2, 2025
Graveyard of Memories
by Rajnish Mishra “Like a cloud” I went there, and like lightning, I fled. Moments, long past and forgotten, came to life there. Spots of...
Rajnish Mishra
Jul 1, 2025
Little Man
by Eric Chiles I’ve walked with giants and they have spoken my name. We have talked about great things and the banal. We have compared...
Eric Chiles
Jun 30, 2025
Two Poems by Alex Stolis
by Alex Stolis The Sun is Just Another Star in a Distant Galaxy Summer was the best time to steal candy from Inforzato’s, the burnouts...
Alex Stolis
Jun 29, 2025
Unbreakable Bond
by Debadrita Sarkar The old lady picks up the auspicious white flowers, binds them with a black ribbon, all together. A soft match but...
Debadrita Sarkar
Jun 26, 2025
Three Poems by John Swain
by John Swain Lotus Silk Lay your lotus silk over the river globe to float like our sleeping, I stretch parchment for the moon you...
John Swain
Jun 23, 2025
I Rewrote a Haiku From a Japanese Film
by Hezekiah Louie Zaraspe A cricket skips on thin leaves of green grass on its way to the foliage of my garden as lights in the summer...
Hezekiah Louie Zaraspe
Jun 22, 2025
Kaleidoscope World
by Kristine Althea F. Morado Kindred spirit is what we aspire to. Above the clouds is a rainbow that shines, Look at each light that...
Kristine Althea F. Morado
Jun 19, 2025
5th Avenue
by Charles Cuyana As the wheeled machine comes to a stop, I ride the flurry of beings rushing inside. And as I laid my feet onto the moving floor, a visage sheens in this sea of people, like a gem peeking out from the gravel. Our gazes lock, like couplers reaching for one another. As the brilliance of the dusk leap from glass to glass, from person to person, I clutch my glances as if a thief is in this metal box. For I know, that when the woman speaks, and the wheeled machine
Charles Cuyana
Jun 18, 2025
Two Poems by Steffen Horstmann
by Steffen Horstmann Haibun You have seen Vishnu walking between mountains on bridges Of lightning. Last night you found shelter in...
Steffen Horstmann
Jun 16, 2025
The Path
by Alan Hardy The winter sun pinpoints pools of water amidst lush green, excess, rising levels, like paddy fields. These trails we tread,...
Alan Hardy
Jun 15, 2025
Two Poems by Michael Lee Johnson
by Michael Lee Johnson Steel Bars a Single Sheet I'm Steely Dan Seymour Butts, South America, trust me on that. I can't pull up my sheet inside these steel bars anymore. 25 to life. No man is God in the cold or the clouds. Isolated poets grab words anywhere they can find them in newspaper clippings, ripped-out Bible verses are a sin. No one pities people like me in prison. Spiders hang from my cell ceiling— dance the jitterbug, "In the Mood." Jigger bug fleas on my unpainted
Michael Lee Johnson
Jun 11, 2025
Sandhill Turtles
by Mary Bone One by one baby turtles go down a winding path. The sandhill was always a place of safety. Their shells will be their...
Mary Bone
Jun 9, 2025
Two Poems by Ace Boggess
by Ace Boggess Red I drove a red car onto a street lit red by the reddish sun descending below reddened hills, & did I feel the burning...
Ace Boggess
Jun 8, 2025
Two Poems by Ace Boggess
by Ace Boggess House Painters When they stroke their cautious marks over awning & eaves, gutters & trim, do they doubt themselves as if...
Ace Boggess
Jun 5, 2025
The Flight
by Kushal Poddar The rain adds a black coat to the asphalt. They try hard not to get us wet, and yet we climb in the jet drenched as if we have parted a waterfall to enter a secret cave. Your handbag drops on my head. A baby cries. When we shall fly we shall fly low, and the city below will remain the best sight until the city we want to go will arrive. Runway runs behind. I tell you that I feel tired already. The clouds leave a flash message. I feel tired. I reiterate. Withi
Kushal Poddar
Jun 4, 2025
Meeting Your Match
by Lynn White D H Lawrence once wrote that there were lots of good fish in the sea but as the vast majority were mackerel and herring,...
Lynn White
Jun 3, 2025
The Argument
by Dominik Slusarczyk Age with me. We will sleep Beside the sea. Die with me. We will sleep Inside the trees.
Dominik Slusarczyk
May 29, 2025
Articles
The Morning It Started
by Elizabeta Žargi That summer I was travelling through Europe on an Interrail ticket — a month of trains and no fixed schedule beyond a language course waiting in Ljubljana. I had already spent a week in Malmö, made a delayed stop in Hamburg after sleeping through it once, then gone down to Geneva to visit Milena. Eventually I returned to Vienna, where I was staying with Gregor and Sandy. They were also planning to attend the course in Slovenia. I was meant to leave on the 2
Elizabeta Žargi
Apr 5
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
Reviews
Agnes, We're Not Murderers! Book Review
by Catalina Bonati 2/5 stars ★★☆☆☆ Agnes, We’re Not Murderers! by Jessica Alexander (to be published June 16, 2026) is a short, experimental novel about the spectre of Mary and her haunting of Agnes, a manor, a convent, and an inn. It takes place in an ambiguous Gothic European setting. The book is written in an experimental form that takes its inspiration from Mark Z. Danielewski’s House of Leaves. Some of the text is written in red rather than black, and there are footnotes
Catalina Bonati
May 14
The Story Eaters of Yamm Book Review
by Catalina Bonati 2.5/ 5 stars ★ ★ ⯪ ☆ ☆ The Story Eaters of Yamm by Kevin Hincker (to be published 17 June 2026) tells the story of Larry Palczewski, a struggling science fiction writer living at home with his mother. Larry becomes involved with Sky Company, a business urgently hiring science fiction writers to address imagined scenarios of alien invasion. He becomes the leader of the Alien Invasion Cohort, and their inanity provides humor for most of the story. At home, hi
Catalina Bonati
May 12
Our Sister's Keeper Book Review
by Catalina Bonati 2.75/5 stars ★★★☆☆ Our Sister’s Keeper by Jasmine Holmes (to be published June 9, 2026) is the story of Thea, who moves with her husband Kid to the prosperous all-Black town of East Cobb, Mississippi, where hauntings, called “groanings” pursue only the women of the burg. Similarly, Marah works as one of the town’s “carriers,” which is a woman who has been denoted to experience men’s burdens and to take them on as her own, relieving the men of traumas. Thus,
Catalina Bonati
May 7
Short Stories
Leaves
by Luke Lester Toby always gravitated towards his grandfather. His grandfather was a jokester. Twisting words, telling minor fibs to keep Toby on his toes, in his loving way preparing him for the world of liars and charlatans. He would do funny voices and make fun of Toby's ears, so the good-looking young tyke didn't grow up conceited. When he was younger, Toby had a dog named Charlie who lived with his grandparents because they had a place out in the country. He would spend
Luke Lester
2 days ago
The Good Scout
by Neil Harris "Men are always wicked at bottom unless they are made good by some compulsion." Niccolo Machiavelli It is night time and I am in the middle of a field in the North Bucks countryside. My heaving breath comes out like plumes of smoke in the cold and I squint into the darkness. My gang spots a group of shadowy figures hugging the hedgerow and we spring into action, chasing and screaming them into a corner. In the pitch black someone is pinned to the wet ground and
Neil Harris
Apr 30
Summoning Up Bella
by Peter Newall Why the silverfish had to eat the only photograph I had of Bella I didn’t know. When I considered all the books and papers stuffed into shelves and cupboards throughout this old house, most of which don’t matter at all, it seemed grossly unfair that they had chosen this particular photograph. It was a head and shoulders shot of Bella. She was posing rather archly with a camellia tucked behind one ear, looking up at the camera with her thick blonde hair sprea
Peter Newall
Apr 14
Poetry
Surges, November
by David Capps ‘I would kill myself, but I don’t have the courage’, I thought to respond when asked politely, ‘how are you?’ We were walking across the Green, in New Haven, and casually eyeing the naked Christmas tree, unstrung, yet already stripped of its significant dignity. ‘A joke’, I clarified, ‘A line from a Bergman film’. Maybe so. We were walking together across the Green, whatever else symbolized innocence and gave hope—Trinity church with its dank stained glass and
David Capps
4 days ago
Two Poems by Sarah Etgen-Baker
by Sarah Etgen-Baker Urban Meditation The subway whirs— a thousand hands press close in warmth, not fear. Streetlights blink like fireflies trapped in chrome. Laughter climbs brick walls, a thousand lives buzz, entwined~ The city breathes. We're not alone. Stacked Hexagons The city is a beehive— hexagons stacked, each buzzing with activity morning, noon, and night. Streets: wax-thin, sticky with footsteps. Buildings: golden, leaning into each other, their windows humming with
Sarah Etgen-Baker
7 days ago
A Dead Poet's Outcry
by Syeda Anika Mansour I'm a dead poet a poet whose words have withered like the youthful petals of roses after the scorching heat of Apollo's wrath. A poet whose emotions have ceased to nothingness, like the stillness of a hushed heart. A poet whose voice is lost among the restrictions imposed upon thoughts. A poet whose notions pass through the parting of the lips, only to return to an infinite bastille of thoughts inside! A poet whose failed expressions, not once but time
Syeda Anika Mansour
May 19
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