My Horizon
Free Verse Poem It is key to understanding this entrapment- this sentence within the fleshy jail of mortality- to realize that we cannot change the bars or the walls, or the height from...
Author: VK Lynne
Cups with Coriander: Stirring
Serial Fiction My stomach growled, pulling me out of my reverie. Even if I wasn’t going to the office, I couldn’t spend the whole day in bed. I pushed the covers off and...
Out of Africa
Elephants often populate corners in such a way that the rooms’ other occupants aren’t even immediately aware of their presence. It’s only after some time has passed that the situation becomes clear. No, we...
Cups with Coriander: Sugar
Serial Story My eyes opened slowly, and I languidly turned my head to the bedside clock. 10:00 am??? I sprang up in my bed, panicked, when I remembered that I hadn’t set an...
Cups with Coriander: The Grind
Serial Story The first entry was dated only one year prior to our missed coffee date; I wondered if this was a new attempt at journaling, or if she simply had multiple volumes....
Cups with Coriander: The Beans
Serial Short Story Hospital coffee is perhaps one of the most repugnant liquids ever concocted. It makes no endeavor to soothe the nerves of waiting families and friends; nor does it offer succor...
Cups with Coriander: Sip Two
Serial Story I waited for Ethan to collect himself. He ran a hand over his head, pushed his hair back and exhaled heavily. That look was unmistakable; there was only one person I...
Cups with Coriander: Sip One
Short Story She stopped stirring her coffee and pointed her spoon at me. “Here’s how I see it. Cultural paradigms are the ‘one-size-fits-all’ garments of the global morality shop. Created by the median...
Blood and Chocolate
I love the fall. I always felt, as a child, that with the new school year, fall brought a new beginning… A chance for things to be different. But they never were. I love...
Dirty Blood
My blood is dirty. I drag out. Past my anger and apprehension, 2 steps. To the neighbor’s house with a bottle of Manischewitz, Sorry for the noise. He smiles. 12 steps. Past the razor...
