Used Steinways
by Jonathan Ferrini “Where’s Momma?” “Passed out cold from her morning fix. “My gang members are lookin’ for a score and think there’s money inside a storefront full of old pianos.”
The Hole in the Wall
by Douglas Young Winston smiled driving home from his after-school job. Twelfth grade was going well for the eighteen-year-old, and he really liked working at The Cluttered Bookshop, a downtown used bookstore where he mostly read while the free-range cats, led by the seven-toed Mr. Cheshire, climbed bookshelves and rested wherever they pleased.
poem by Paweł Markiewicz
She-pirate and the tavern It’s a late and warm autumn. The wind gathered leaves up on the roof of the marvelous tavern.
poems by John Grey
Rachel of the suburbs Rachel is most often seen in dresses, floral, like a walking garden, roses and daisies growing out of bright green, blue or yellow earth.
An Analysis of ‘The Mocking of Christ’
by Dominik Slusarczyk In this painting Jesus is bound and his eyes are covered. Someone is about to punchy Jesus and someone else is about to whip him with a rope. Jesus is bound and blindfolded and he is getting beaten up by a group of men.
poem by Stephanie Suh
Falling, Sinking I am falling, falling, falling— into the cycle of living and dying, again and again without end,
The Day God Cancelled Heaven
by Zygmunt Nowak Solinski Headlines in all languages precisely at the same time around the globe – ‘God Shuts Heavenly Gates’. That was when all Hell was let loose, an appropriate way of describing the unfolding situation, given its magnitude. No one knew why He cancelled.
poems by Mykyta Ryzhykh
*** my throat is sandy yellow on the outside my throat inside is sandy crumbly who and to whom prays during the heat whose deity will be a mirage
Something or Other
by Kevin Johnson Murillo Smiles walked into the apartment looking exhausted. “Where have you been?” screeched Kiki. But he didn’t say anything. He shambled to the table and plopped down onto a chair. He muttered something under his breath.
What We Made of Heavens
by Carmen Grad We have never felt safe in the silence. Not the silence of a still room, nor the deeper, more deafening silence of the universe. So we filled it—with words, with rituals, with imagined voices that sounded like mercy but often spoke like judgment. Faced with the vast, unanswerable mystery of existence, we […]