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  • 3 Poems

    3 Poems

    by RP Ferguson Dear Tia Your complexion  is a soft and quiet  escape for me,  where I can live  in peace  upon smallest   contact with your skin,  anxious   for any smiles  you’ll spend on me,  discovering that even   your subtlest expressions  are reassuring warmth.  You don’t know this,  but I rest beside you   believing,  solely… Read more

  • The Well

    The Well

    In the not-so-distant future, Violet is living in a world where creativity holds more weight than power. After the sudden death of her best friend Colin, Violet finds herself in Cafe Number 17, one of the many coffee wells that have opened for business around central London. Inside we find that this is no ordinary… Read more

  • The Fallen Restaurant

    The Fallen Restaurant

    A short story by Plamen Vasilev -Isn’t it forbidden to enter here? -What do you think? -I think we should have at least brought flashlights, because… -We should have, but we didn’t. Let’s go. You’ll like it, you’ll see.  The trail wound through thorny brambles was difficult to follow. Tall trees hid the moon. The only light came… Read more

  • It Could Be

    It Could Be

    a short story by Susan Andrelchik      Doreen and Joe talked a lot about payroll the day before each bank trip. The payroll talk helped me figure out where I was going after school. I kind of liked the bank trips and I kind of liked Doreen and Joe. They were my latest foster parents.… Read more

  • Two Poems by Corey Mesler

    Two Poems by Corey Mesler

    Poetry by Corey Mesler Nothing (Your Name Here) I will write this poem and never edit it.  I will write this poem and leave your name out.  I will write this poem and I will talk about everything except how I hate writing this poem.  I will write this poem and sell it to the tattoo parlor.  I will write… Read more

  • Three by Charlie Brice

    Three by Charlie Brice

    a poetry collection by Charlie Brice Phaedo In memory of Richard L. Howey  Fifty years. Fifty years of your wisdom. And now this card that only I can write.  The nuns told me that I had no chance to succeed in college. Your mother is wasting  her money sending you to college, they chortled.  But you liked the questions I… Read more

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