poems by Robert Beveridge
Blockage this feels like a lot more than ninety-eight point six but there’s always something to be said
Microfictions
by Elizabeth Bruce Daughter I ask, you waver. The questions linger there behind the lace curtains passed down from mother to mother to you, Daughter. Your teacup trembles, its lilac flowers basking in the timidity of your embrace.
Effervesce
[A ten-minute play] by Cătălina Florina Florescu, PhD CHARACTERS: Grandpa, 70’s Grandson, 23 TIME: A summer day with clear sky LOCATION: A forest by a lake
“Poetry is the underground water we all need”
[interview with Simon Fletcher] by Monica Manolachi Monica Manolachi: Last autumn you were one of the four commended poets in the Michael Marks Environment Poet of the Year Prize. What does this recognition mean to you? Simon Fletcher: It means a lot, frankly. I’ve been writing environmental poetry for years and getting a few poems […]
poems by John Grey
Two sides to my waking I awake in the room next to your sick-bed. Through the thin wall, I hear grunting sounds, sandpaper coughs, your rough imitation of your own voice.
The Secret
by Douglas Young Julissa Ye relished all the comfortable little routines and quietude defining her part-time job at The Bookery, downtown’s last small, locally owned bookstore. As much as she enjoyed the excitement of the college social scene, working at The Bookery provided a tranquil respite from the other rooms of her life […]
December 14th 1922
by Elinora Westfall London. Spread across the dining room table, the newspaper is dissected, absorbed, and devoured voraciously. This rag, running necklaces of dirty type that smudges fingertips, this dirty Herald, the only touchstone with the world outside Bloomsbury Square. Today the paper tantalises with a headline on a comet streaking through the southern hemisphere; […]
In Bad Faith
by Jeff Helgeson The windows across the room were dark. Don Stryker could see himself in them, surrounded by light coming from a chrome-plated lamp above his head, his reflection abruptly blocked by a white stone gargoyle his wife had bought and set at a carefully chosen angle among some leafy plants she had […]
poems by Andrew Najberg
Twenty first century headlines This story like many stories starts with a bullet and ends with tears and justice deferred
poems by Anna Idelevich
Fiberglass sandwich Inflated invalids clouds in mind mutilation cry, ides March did not take offences. and fatal events did not happen.