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by Aprilia Zank & Craig Boyling on stained bull’s eye glass a glimpse of heraldic awe a roundel of vibrant soft hue the…
by Aprilia Zank & Craig Boyling on stained bull’s eye glass a glimpse of heraldic awe a roundel of vibrant soft hue the…
by Patrick Călinescu translation from Romanian by: A C Clarke & Stela Cucu [MTTLC student] click aici pentru versiunea română Today I am completely…
by Virginie Colline madeleine and tea he eats a bit of the past charming remembrance
by Axel H. Lenn Grandmother Alexis once told me “life is a long distance run for various things, but you’re amazingly lucky if, in…
by Joe Clifford In the introduction for his brilliant collection of short stories, The Angel on the Roof, author Russell Banks writes, “The death…
The Dead of Winter The winter witch whistles in the moon her voice smells of storms, of pepper and lye. With slithering paws, a…
by Joe Clifford At the print shop that day, the new kid Roger Maple had hired to run the shipping department had come to…
by Joe Clifford Across the water from Oakland’s burning hills, behind granite slabs of freeway masonry and the filth of bottle return machines, the…
by Meg Tuite A vision of numberless, cold plates sit on tables with the scattered remains of potatoes, carrots and bones. How many hands…
Hidden Divinity I have been waking up each midnight, each dawn, at the end of each passing hour to see the squabble between darkness…