by Tony Moreira Time didn’t pass in the attic. It curled, coiled, and even lashed out. It also maintained a dark silence that remembered everything. Filled with timeless dust and shadows, the air carried the awful scent of dread from the years that passed. A single window in the room…
by Tony Moreira Time didn’t pass in the attic. It curled, coiled, and even lashed out. It also maintained a dark silence that remembered everything. Filled with timeless dust and shadows, the air carried the awful scent of dread from the years that passed. A single window in the room…
by Rose Mary Boehm 1 The first time I met death I didn’t crumble under its weight. I was very young but recognized that something important had changed. I hadn’t known her that well, but she had been kind, and I would miss her once I understood. 2 They knocked with a big knock. I almost…
by Jeffrey Ronay Forty-year-old Tom Riley climbed into his spacesuit and dialed the helmet ring to the external setting. Angie, the Suit’s reassuring voice, confirmed, “Suit pressure is nominal—internal temperature set to seventy-one degrees.” A smile flashed on his weathered skin, tiny lines drawn from too much exposure to the…
by James Sennett chair was not Bonnie’s. How could it be? None of the telltale slouching evident in the faded cushions made of crushed flowers of indiscriminate species. Fitting just so for the visitor to lounge for a bit before taking the money of the neighbor you hated for stealing your recipe of some pie or other. Like it mattered anyway.
by John Grey you speak in lakes and dead mothers the universe nests like water in your head for a swimmer like you there’s no such thing as drowning just prayers for anything floating on the surface of the years gone by the mercy that’s the reason you have eyes meanwhile all you offer me is a shoreline a rock soft sand to run…
by Johnathon Hannon I push the door open. The clang makes my chest seize, like a spotlight just hit me. The bar reeks of stale beer, sweat, and old regrets, tables sticky with history, booths crusted with secrets no one bothered to clean. People stumble, shout, grind, laugh too loud,…
by Rose Mary Boehm Plankter, a word that’s hardly ever used. You’ll never find just one. Plankter. Any organism living in the water column, says Wikipedia, and incapable of swimming against a current is a plankter. Plankton. Food supply for fish and whales. Even sharks like them as appetizers. In the Big-Bang scheme of things, a human must appear…
Pulkita Anand We stop deceiving through language With names and meanings With sounds and spellings With dangling sentences and silent letters With words piling on words With the mob of vandalised words growing With defunct adjectives and rudimentary words With clichéd idioms and repetitive slogans With many languages buried and…
by Kevin B We’d go out around one. Climbing through bedroom windows, we’d try to land softly on bushes and backyard lawns. Some of us went barefoot. Some hid a spare pair of sneakers under porches or tucked under tarps used for covering patio furniture. Some of us just liked…
by Menke Hudzinski-Biewenga Innocence is tending to dust bunnies raising them under the bed; watching them hop refusing to eat your veggies just so you can feed them It is painting a rainbow on the wall for Mommy; a big happy grin proud of your work—unaware you’ll sleep without dinner It is believing daddy is gone on…