poems by Thomas Elson
The Day God Disappeared “You can pretend you talk to Him But He ain’t here He’s gone.” You’re here. The day sunny and windless – rare during the winter. Carrion birds stalk lower and lower, suddenly sail up, then
poems by Aidan Stickles
Cat’s Act I spend my time in a tavern named the Lemon Melon, overlooks Sunset Inlet,
poems by Sandip Saha
Mystery of life and death I went to the kingdom of fundamental particles my body being so coarse I sent my mind in I found they have rhythm of life.
Experimental short stories [II]
by Kevin Johnson Murillo Regent He cut the apple with an umbrella. The apple was shaped like a pear. Actually, it was a hat. An old lady was wearing it. She wasn’t pleased. Loud reproaches. The constable and his cronies swiftly arrested him before he could protest. Swoon of quick vehicles, headlights. Then not-so-quick vehicles. […]
Carmilla By Sheridan Lefanu: The Narrative Within
by Bud R. Berkich Introduction: Carmilla (1872) by Sheridan LeFanu is a classic work of Victorian literature. But, is it classic vampire literature? This reader, after a careful study of the work, says “no.” In fact, not only is Carmilla not vampire literature, it really has nothing to do with vampires at all. Yes, it […]
poem by Robert L. Martin
Religionless The poor man with no religion, with nobody to tell him who his enemy is, or what label to be classified under, or what despotic leader there is to punish him
poems by Nolo Segundo
The Book Lady She travels with grace through the caverns of books, searching for the neglected,
The Light in the Cemetery
by Douglas Young Ellis Hawkins and Julep McBride sat together on the high school bus taking them home on a late Friday spring afternoon. They had grown up next door to each other on Woodlawn Avenue across the street from the largest local cemetery. Born weeks apart, Julep and Ellis were playmates from the […]
Vioara
(Lecturi potrivite/recomandate de Alexandra) de Gabi Gabrinov Gulerul de praf și trena din pânză de păianjen o făceau să semene cu o mireasă adormită. Se aplecă deasupra cufărului și o ridică ușor, cu mâinile tremurând. Era cea mai frumoasă vioară pe care o văzuse vreodată. Luciul finisat al trunchiului negru, curburile robuste și gâtul lung […]
poem de Emilian Gheață
Undeva (lu’ moşu-meu) Lumea din ochii unui bătrân nu se reduce la a întinde mâna, a pipăi, a apuca şi a băga în gură.