Poetry

one

Leo Littles

         o  n  e
our faces, our facet
many lives not placid
new wars have begun... [+]


Poetry

Weary Earth

Becky Shull

Earth was weary.  Her head ached from the constant pollution causing a river of tears as thick... [+]


Short Fiction

Eva

Gregory Fodero

I awoke and tried to open my eyes but found that they were taped shut. I couldn’t move my mouth, and my hands felt to be frozen in wet towels. An ache radiated from the wrists up to my shoulders... [+]


Short Fiction

The Weaver

Crowe Rowe

The Weaver weaves through their workshop among their prized quilts: one depicting pale-faced kings, another black-skinned warriors, another almond-eyed holy men, and many more quilts with many more... [+]


Short Fiction

A Sense of Failure

Joe McGehee

With a pounding heart Brian rose up in bed, drenched in sweat like a drowning man gasping for air. Surrounded by darkness and immersed in memories, these nightmare images floated through his mind... [+]