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Beneath The Charron Palace

by Oliviu Crâznic translation from Romanian by Nigel Walker and Alina-Olimpia Miron   „Unknown are the ways of the Blade. Yet it always shines Red.”…

poems by A.J. Huffman

Dream-Killed Nights   smoke like whispers of a dying fire, a cross that cannot stretch the water.  I long to travel

To Thy Love

(St. Valentine’s Penumbra) by Oliviu Crâznic Back in her holy chamber of secrets, lust and sin, She plays for me the Maiden, the Goddess and…

Sum Over Paths

by Bob Carlton I             Institutional tile. Fluorescent lighting. Distant sounds of doors opening and closing. Click of locks. No echo of footsteps. II            …

Two Games At One Poker Table

by Oliviu Crâznic Like every Sunday evening, I exercise my talents, The girls are all around me, the ace is in my sleeve; Well, I was…

poems by Ayaz Daryl Nielsen

next to a burrow on this wooded bluff beside the Mississippi singing hymns of well-being for that which lives within perhaps even a goddess yes,…

The Red Boots of Hong Kong

by Lex Demoncock A big “Sale” sign hung in the window of the Beverly Hills Polo Club.  Only a desperate social climber would want to…