The Spectacles by Sujata Sahani; translation by Pitambar Naik
Not because it’s not visible to me from the root of the palm tree
from the wavy paddy fields, the scarecrow calls me [...]
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Short Fiction and Poetry
The Day That's Coming For You by Michael Cocchiarale
THE DAY THAT’S COMING FOR YOU
calls at dawn to say they’re on the way. Addled, you drop the phone. Shiver through a shower [...]
I Don't Want A Holiday In The Sun by N.K. Rowe
“You’ve done what?”
“Think of it as a holiday.”
“We don’t do holidays.”
“Exactly!” I pointed my finger in the air [...]
summer swimming by Krista Kulisch
velvet wafts of stale air
chewed gum melted into sinking
pools for unsuspecting strays
who don’t watch the hands
of the clock [...]
Had She Been A Waterstrider by Dana Brewer Harris
What it began with, I know finally, is my grim curiosity. It tunneled into my brain like a small, helpless animal when I was a child. [...]
Iteritiveness; This Isn't Persiflage by Sanjeev Sethi
Musicality of slant rhyme
comes naturally to some:
as with strangeness
and other shortcomings. [...]
Poets In The Rain by Michael Lee Johnson
All poets are crazy. Listen to them soak
sponge in early rain medley notes sounding off [...]
The Lie Or The Loss by Patricia Esposito
Caddie never told the whole truth. She learned early on there was a sly power in that. When Mom asked, Did you get your spelling done? [...]
STOP by M.A. Amru
The Pinkerton statue had a patina. It was a symbol of the history that took place in these lands. Many did not know the history [...]
Dead Conversations by Dennis Stein
My mother always seemed to call at the worst moment. I would be on an important call at work, or compromised by a bathroom break [...]
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