poems by John Grey
Refugees Some people can’t stay where they are. As determined by no home, empty pockets
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Refugees Some people can’t stay where they are. As determined by no home, empty pockets
by Catalina Florina Florescu Mirabela was holding a baby blue cloth. Her hands were trembling. “Do you need a cup of tea?” Mirabela did not pay attention. She was examining the cloth with fascination but also terror. “Holes … holes in the design.”
by Douglas Young Raleigh Reynolds was selling tickets as fast as he could for Friday night’s second show at the campus cinema. From behind open-air bars in the theater’s round ticket booth inside the student center, he enjoyed seeing how fast he could dispense tickets, make change, and keep the line moving. When a […]
by Laura Lambie The door slammed shut with an echoing thud. John crossed the room, sat down, folded his handcuffed hands and smiled. “So, you came for a visit, finally. It’s good to see you again.” “Likewise,” replied Luke, taking a gold case from the pocket of his suit. He opened it and […]
by Elizabeth Bruce HOLD OFF THE NIGHT: Short Stories by Teresa Burns Gunther, published by Australia-based Truth Serum Press, gives the reader twelve achingly beautiful, poignant stories of adults and children walking the edge. Filled with strained situations and emotional pivots, these stories will hit your gut and your heart and spin you around and […]
[interview with Teresa Burns Gunther (author of HOLD OFF THE NIGHT: Short Stories, published by Truth Serum Press] by Elizabeth Bruce QUESTION: Where does the title, HOLD OFF THE NIGHT, come from? From the first story in the collection, “Where Are You, Really?” We meet this narrator at a moment when everything collides and her life […]
Daniel is having a threesome After all, it’s also a novelty to ride a scooter-taxi even if there is nothing novel about the boy, maybe the esoterics are correct:
by Kevin Johnson Murillo The teacher fed me worms. Innocently enough, I was convinced I had a case on my hands. I walked up to strangers down hallways of the university and showed them my fingers, wriggled them, and wrinkled my nose. They walked away revolted. I told Professor XXY. my theory, that all caterpillars […]
by Abdelhamid Hafsa Abstract. S. Eliot is one of the prominent leading modernist poets. He is acclaimed for his profound thematic explorations through an intricate poetic style. This article aims to delve into the ascendency of the Eastern mysticism and thought, the non-Western philosophical principles and concepts, on the poetry of T. S. Eliot. Through a […]
by Pawel Markiewicz When my dog was dying in agony, I suddenly understood that no Catholic religion could help me. No lying church saints who boast about their holiness could help me or the dog. I wanted to become a Buddha. I have been studying the teachings of Buddha for a few days. I simply […]