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Short Story

BY Francisco Leyva

Intoxicating – Part 1

Why are the scars overshadowed. Curious. Intended vs normal. Bleeding puss and the leaking scabs are welcomed sadly when sober. A representation of not knowing what’s happening in the world. Self inflicted naïveté. The...

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Poem

BY Ursula Rabar Babic

I Wasn’t There

the wind blew towards my face while I reached the concrete. aaaaaahhhhh was what I said at the end. no memorable quote no flash back just pain and numbness. at least that is what...

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Poem

BY Sergio Remon Alvarez

Cathedral

Poem In the park, Which reminds me of The Luxembourg Gardens trees swell with bursts of cadmium fires Windswept branches sway like Burnt-umber menorahs under the Weight of lamp-black snow The fluttering of countless...

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Favourites / Short Story

BY Noelle Currie

Beat

Short Story Where I come from, people have two heartbeats. One that belongs to the organ that pumps blood through our veins and another that belongs to someone else. It’s always with us, thrumming in...

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Poem

BY A. M. Laine

Dorian

you seem an unreachable, lingering thing like a wisp of dream smoke between that moment of sleep and awake that moment when my eyes flutter open to my sea-foam green room that moment when...

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Haibun / Poem

BY Frank J. Tassone

Unannounced Departure

There are fresh mouse turds near my workstation, beside piles of excess papers next to Jaimie’s former workstation. We found out that she took a position at Briarcliff schools last Friday. Jaimie had urged...

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Short Story

BY Will Hemlepp

Fingerprints

“There’s something inside the walls,” Steve whispered. He leaned closer, ear nearly brushing against the faded, salmon wallpaper. So close, he could feel it through the miniscule hairs on his cheek. Breathing slowed to...

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Poem

BY Lëaf Ednïwinga

Eyeblink

Poem   The fur around her neck stirs in a puff of chill wind Each hair covered in glistening drops of frost. Her eyes look up as the birds pass by overhead. Their silence...

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