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de Ștefan Bolea Can we ever finish crossing it? We’re climbing out of a self-inflicted pit Soldiers with no armies, horses without a knight
The Harmonium Teacher
by Oindrila Ghosal The automatic doors of the train parted. Ranveer, clutching his harmonium in the canvas bag, stepped in. At this time of the evening, there were not many people on the platform. Not many people disembarked either. And so, without much hassle, he found himself a seat by the window. He first […]
The Couch
by Kenneth M. Kapp Sam was doing his best to exercise more. If he went shopping, he’d go in the morning and park the car at the far end of the store’s lot. If he had only a couple of bags of groceries, he’d leave the car on the street instead of pulling into his […]
poems by Mykyta Ryzhykh
wine remember we drank together tasteless wine from a cardboard box now I’m even poorer and I drink only your silence
The Blue Binder
by Jonathan Ferrini Victor grew up inside a trailer park with dilapidated trailers packed together like tuna in a rusty old can. His grandmother’s trailer smelled of cleaning supplies; the scent she brought home from cleaning offices overnight. She raised Victor alone after his mother abandoned him for a life as a hippie drifting from […]
Something Else
by Douglas Young Moxley Sorrel’s office door was the open one. As intimidated as he had been in college approaching a professor, Dr. Sorrel did all he could to make students feel comfortable getting help with a course, continuing a compelling class discussion, asking for advice on a major or what courses to take, […]
Tragically Predictable: A Review of “Goodbye, Jimi, The Truth Behind the Tragedy”
by Douglas Young You don’t love because: you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults. [William Faulkner] It is breathtaking how much phenomenal music Jimi Hendrix squeezed into a recording career of not even four years. In addition to four authorized original albums released during his lifetime, many more would be […]
Devoted
by Dana Manoli November, 1355 The horses’ hooves pound near my carriage like stones against my flesh. “Princess Ana.” The commander’s voice cuts through the padded walls, making me frown. “It’s the Red Tower. We’re close.” Our seven-day journey through a plague-stricken land is nearly over.
The Wisteria Falls Hideaway Inn
by Douglas Young “Wisteria Falls Hideaway Inn – let’s make your vacation a big win.” Marigold McTaft answered the phone behind the front desk moving from side to side in her swivel high chair grinning at Furman Chase, a long-time friend. It was a Friday night in June at the ten-room motel nestled in […]
The Foolish Fountain
by Kevin Johnson Murillo Chance. By chance. What? A muttering. A muttering, sputtering fool standing by the sidewalk. Change in its pocket? No, no change, just drool drip dripping from its chin incessantly. Passersby do their best to ignore this mongrel human, which isn’t too difficult for most, seeing as it’s immobile. It might be […]