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-a visceral journey- by Mario Șerban The red gaze is the real scream. Because the howling and growling are meant to be whispered. Rumbling is a bit corny. Eduard Munch is an impostor whilst on the other hand; Schoenberg is something more than an undiscovered hoax.
[book excerpt] by Vikas Prakash Joshi The spectators watched with bated breath and pounding hearts. This was the moment they had all waited for. Bathed in Pune’s gentle early morning September sunshine, the Khadki Football Ground echoed with raucous, full-throated cries of “GO DIS!” and “Come on Royal!” It was the finals of the Pune […]
Drugged Humidity I could break my own face If I had no fear
August 10, 2012 Friday night patio party. Drinks with the server crew.
by DC Diamondopolous Reverend Langston Penniman sat on the edge of his bed, stretching his black fingers. Everything had either twisted up on him or shrunk except his stomach. Once six-foot-five, he now plunged to six two, still tall, but not the imposing dignitary he once was standing behind the lectern in front of his […]
by Angandeep Kr Chatterjee PROLOGUE The alarms have started to ring. The shrill sound of the alarms in the museum broke the silence of the night as it was immediately followed by several footsteps approaching. The entrance to the hall was slowly getting closed as the iron gate descended. Arun Glowsky looked towards the entrance […]
The Kitchen Knives and I been here forever still straining to hear that lost chord linger after the others leave living under the constant pressure
by DC Diamondopolous The same sun scorched downtown Los Angeles that had seared the Iraq desert. Army Private First Class Samantha Cummings stood at attention holding a stack of boxes, her unwashed black hair slicked back in a ponytail and knotted military style. She stared out from Roberts Shoe Store onto Broadway, transfixed by a […]
by Allan Lake He reminds her of his open door policy. Free to go anytime. Says he’d pay her airfare to anywhere if need be. Climate change, glacial break-up.
Ode on a Photo Taken Somewhere Around December 2008 A moment frozen in eternity, A picture I’m sure no one remembers But me. A frame, a slice, a moment Of a life that was never fulfilling