Four volumes of Louis Gallo’s poetry, Archaeology, Scherzo Furiant, Crash and Clearing the Attic, are now available. Why is there Something Rather than Nothing? and Leeway & Advent will be published soon. His work appears in Best Short Fiction 2020. A novella, “The Art Deco Lung,” will soon be published in Storylandia.
Poetry
Slither and Me by Jean Fineberg
Jean Fineberg is a poet and jazz musician with an M.Ed. in Psychology. Her father left a new poem of his every on the table every morning.
This Is Just To Say (during Corona Virus) by Christopher Berardino
Christopher Berardino is a writer of Japanese-American descent from Orange County, CA. He received an MFA in Fiction from Cornell University in 2018. His work has previously appeared in Flash Fiction, Blind Corner Literary Magazine, The Copperfield Review, FLARE: The Flagler Review, and others.
drought by Stella Vinitchi Radulescu
Stella Vinitchi Radulescu was born in Romania and left the country permanently in 1983, at the height of the communist regime. Writing poetry in three languages, she has published numerous books in the United States, France, Belgium, and Romania. Her last collection of poetry I scrape the window of nothingness – new & selected poems was published in […]
Equinox
Equinox At twilight fish sleep suspended — a cut glass bowl once held roses against mid-winter sun; dust defines a narrow hall, shadows slope down hardwood, half awake awaiting, darkness slips over the city, fog creeps hides stars, doorways disappear, misty streets slide, empty alleys, a cat cries, a door slams. Silence […]
Three Hours by Helen Zhou
Helen Zhou was highly commended in the Inspired by Tagore Writing Competition (2011), awarded first place in the Torrance Legacy Creative Writing Awards (2011) and was a Commended Foyle Young Poet (2012).
Early Morning, Paknajol
Early Morning, Paknajol by Lee Daniels A bell is ringing For someone’s first puja. And meanwhile I Am making a prayer Of my own: A meditation on the sounds of Daybreak: The cawing of crows, Rain falling, A hammer, A broom’s sweeping in The street, A saw, The babbling of A baby. The salamandrine glow […]
A Suitcase Full of Mirrors
Carol Stewart is a mother and grandmother living in the Scottish Borders. A former freelance editor, her poems have recently been published in 404 Ink, That (Literary Review) and Abstract: Contemporary Expressions.
Poem: Communion by CJ Landry
Occasional writer, often wanderer, horrible speller, broken thinker,
incessant lover of all things ineffable, neutral evil and serious
about it.
Returning to Paradise
Manash Firaq Bhattacharjee is a poet and writer. His poems have appeared in World Literature Today, Rattle, The London Magazine, New Welsh Review, Mudlark, Acumen, Hobart, Glass: A Review of Poetry, and other publications. His first collection of poetry, Ghalib’s Tomb and Other Poems (2013)
Arithmetic
Arithmetic by Pat Raia A dozen misunderstandings at least one hundred slights Thousands of small indignities that can’t be overlooked – A million brand new chances to get to alright – Your heart is no accountant – but mine is [wp-post-author]
“The Writer” by Eric Robert Nolan
Eric Robert Nolan’s debut novel is the postapocalyptic science fiction story, “The Dogs Don’t Bark In Brooklyn Any More.” It was published by Dagda Publishing on November 19th, 2013, and is available at Amazon.com both in paperback and for Kindle.
Two Mothers all alone in a Sandbox
Sandy Rochelle is an award winning poet-actress and filmmaker. Her poems have been influenced be her son, David, who is autistic and deaf. Publication include: Formidable Woman, Visions International, Ekphrastic Review…
Present Is The Ghost Of The Future
Kushal Poddar edited the online magazine ‘Words Surfacing’. Authored ‘The Circus Came To My Island’ (Spare Change Press, Ohio), A Place For Your Ghost Animals (Ripple Effect Publishing, Colorado Springs), Understanding The Neighborhood (BRP, Australia), Scratches Within (Barbara Maat, Florida), Kleptomaniac’s Book of Unoriginal
Delivery
Darren Tanian stared wide-eyed at the party planner, a short bald man in a green polo and khakis named Chico. Darren said, “What do you mean I’m not getting paid?”