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Grandmother by Daniela Dragas

  The night was alive with the scents of early spring and the sounds of small insects stirring into life.   The girl was sitting very still under the small circle of light coming from an old desk lamp turned towards a square sheet of writing paper.   There was a certain yearning in her silhouette, in … Continue reading Grandmother by Daniela Dragas

Ancestral by John Trent

Some places keep the old magicBarrows warrened & wardedBy sticky blood oathsThat we in guttural languageSpoke through our absences, our invocationsOf the black honey bee. John Michael Trent writes poetry and fiction in his native Houston TX. ‘Ancestral’ is his first published work.

Lyssa by Molly Osborne

I snuck out of our tan stucco house and ran across the hot blacktop barefoot. I wanted the bottoms of my feet to touch something other than carpet and linoleum. The asphalt baked all day in the Central California sun and it was cooking my toes. I ran straight into the golden grass on the … Continue reading Lyssa by Molly Osborne

Royal Blue by Benjamin Rose

أَشْهَدُ أَنْ لَا إِلَٰهَ إِلَّا ٱللَّٰهُ وَأَشْهَدُ أَنَّ مُحَمَّدًا رَسُولُ ٱللَّٰهِשְׁמַע יִשְׂרָאֵל יְהוָה אֱלֹהֵינוּ יְהוָה אֶחָֽדWe were born to run In my dream, it is always morning,Wine-dark dawn breaking into roseAgainst the grey of a high-rise skylineAnd the leaden coiling scar of the highway.The air is crisp with the death of darkness,Sigh of Winter thawing … Continue reading Royal Blue by Benjamin Rose

Ghost by Elizabeth Niedra

              The bar this night has no walls. No walls, only a thatched-roof ceiling draped in cut-out pennants and Christmas lights hung like fishing nets, casting spackled light in red and blue, magenta and sea-green. There are no walls and so the walls are the colours of the darkness. They are palm fronts backlit … Continue reading Ghost by Elizabeth Niedra

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