poems by Partha Sarkar
The unnecessary planets of the Earth The rotation. The revolution. Thinks of pure milk the womb when
The Silence
by Julian Gallo Before he entered, and subsequently left, the seminary, he wandered through religions as if exploring abandoned homes. He had visited ashrams, practiced yoga, attended meditation classes, or simply found the time for himself to read and read and read, absorbing as much as he could. He had read the mystics, the skeptics, […]
poems by Mykyta Ryzhykh
Tour Farm without animals. I’m going to the market in search of minced meat. And the road doesn’t end.
Sally
by Bill Tope Sally sat before the flickering television in the living room of her small apartment, breathlessly watching the Reverend Mudge rhapsodize about God’s “incredible love and care for us. He is,” said the Reverend, “not distant or disconnected; instead, He is intimately aware of our joys, sorrows and…” Sally blinked at the screen, […]
Mailstrom
by Thomas Dierckx The 11-year-old boy hesitated across the street from the mailbox. It was black metal, with a red flap that would tell you if something had arrived. Sunday evenings they got back from the lake house in Wisconsin. His father would make a fire, his mother would start preparing dinner. The […]
Penguin
by Zygmunt Nowak-Soliński Leonard Gimbal lives in a world where everyone talks a lot! His mother constantly squabbling. His father shouts. His half deaf brother Jordan gobbles his words. Sister Kate moans and screeches about her nails and her non-existent boyfriends. The parrot squawks in its cage every time Leonard comes into the front room. […]
poems by James G. Piatt
And Reality Vanished I’m dreaming… Or maybe not:
What the War Gave Back
by Jonathan Ferrini “Speedy Gas” was a small, two-pump, single-bay gas station tucked into a forgotten corner of San Francisco. It was not the kind of station visited by those chasing the lowest price per gallon or making a hurried dash into a minimart, but to its old customers and to those who still valued […]
Squish
by Kenneth M. Kapp There were torrential rains for several days. Flood warnings periodically flashed across the bottom of my PC when I was online. But eventually there was a break in the thunderstorm warnings and since I needed to clear my head – I was getting frustrated and could no longer think straight – […]
poems by N.T. Chambers
Journeys Individual beginnings are often small and seemingly insignificant –