poems by James G. Piatt
The Haunting Thoughts of War Voices screaming at the unreality of haunting visions of battles stormed through my mind as the sinking moon flowed into the darkness of the unforgiving horizon.
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The Haunting Thoughts of War Voices screaming at the unreality of haunting visions of battles stormed through my mind as the sinking moon flowed into the darkness of the unforgiving horizon.
If the verses do not protest If the verses don’t protest about the nature of Italy’s excise taxes on taxes, against nature, we will end up like Britain’s Brexit with petrol skyrocketing we’ll have to dinghy our way out of the EU
by Zary Fekete The sun setting across the campus mall was too tempting to resist, and Gaspar snapped a few pictures. A strong sense of promise swept over him. He held the mental impossibility in his mind: that this sunset in Budapest was the same as the one falling across his small village on the […]
After Costco, Before Ukraine You saw the lines weren’t too long so you went for the gas first— spend a little time, save a lot of
by Ziaul Moid Khan The two human skeletons in the town’s school biology lab remained inactive during the day. But after midnight, they were like you and me, filled with some basic common desires: anger, love, hatred, jealousy, longing-for-sex and whatnot. The weird human remnants wore a grave look on their bony countenance and were […]
by Jonathan Ferrini I’m a “Slacker” and a “Gen Z basement dweller” according to my father who included these insults on a note with my personal possessions placed in our front yard for me to find upon returning from work. My dad is a hardnosed career civil servant managing properties owned by the State of […]
by Danyl A. Doyle The day, or I should say the gray day, of Brad Avon McTrillion’s trial was one of those ugly overcast things where most people stay home, a rare occasion in this area. Charley picked me up at the slanting trailer at seven AM, and we drove my Tacoma because it […]
by Nick Sweeney Some years back we bought our five-Euro kitchen ikon from a roadside shop somewhere near party town Faliraki on the Greek island of Rhodes. Too early, in theory, for the diehard revellers to have got up yet, and also too early for them to recommence revelling, it was a perfect place for […]
* In Memoria * by Kenneth M. Kapp versiunea română poate fi citită aici Yehuda Yannay was a composer, conductor, performer, and a multimedia artist. He was born on May 26, 1937 in Timișoara, Romania. Miraculously, he and his immediate family, Hungarian speaking Jews, survived the war. However, living conditions became dire with increasing antisemitism and […]
Are You Religious? He drove to a secluded lake before dawn. Death by carbon monoxide. Only nineteen.