poems by DS Maolalai

Our industrial roots   we come from two lines of long-feuding families and I hope we don’t end up ending up the same way.   it seems like every generation of ours has some minor squabble over god know what; land or parentage or just plain blood mentality. our mothers side I guess can be […]

Ariadne’s Song

by Samuel R. Buckley My life is a tune, three verses, a breakdown, and a chorus to fade. Verse Something very strange is happening to Ariadne Quantick. She opens her eyes after falling asleep on the morning train to find herself staring right into the eyes of her double. Straight into the face of herself: […]

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