Ellen Lee
by Oliviu Crâznic Translation from Romanian by Dorothy McCarthy and Alina-Olimpia Miron [MTTLC] “You sure?…” “Hundred percent sure. It’s the second call to that…
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What does it really mean to be a criminal?
debut by Mario Șerban Is it moral to be a criminal? Is a crime to be moral? What is a crime? What is objective morality?…
poems by Holly Day
In Memoriam When I die I want you to name some sort of food after me a sandwich, a salad, even just a…
poems by Richard Manly Heiman
Our Lady of Iliniza Norte Remember turning the hairpin twist in the trail and there she was? Mater Dolorosa, alone at 14000 feet. I…
poems by Robert Beveridge
Awaken in Darkness Sunday morning. We had gone to sleep in the promise we’d awaken in two hours, spend the early darkness immersing one…
Abela Caine
by Oliviu Crâznic Morning gray on her manor, My falling star; The heart beats close to the dagger, And here you are.
Black Helloween Eyes
by Ştefan Bolea translation from Romanian by A.C. Clarke and Alina-Olimpia Miron Another day, as dark as invisible ink on black paper or the shadow…
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…