Hold the Storm- Levi Bentley

A lassitude of body hung Deepsea line strung From a horseshoe Shaped in the brain a physical location That means “it gets better” I mean, sorry Deepsea seeing a few far-off rays The last fighter jet is bittersweet Going the way of the buffalo only Because of a “better” apex predator Audiating is musical envisioning …

So, I woke up in Egypt- Anthony Afairo Nze

(TWO BEAUTIFUL STORIES BY OUR YOUNG ARTIST) SO, I WOKE UP IN EGYPT I was now thirty-thousand feet in the air, but my mind was completely oblivious to that. I could care less about the fact I was currently on a plane flying in and out of clouds. All I could think about was the …

A Stitch in Primetime- Wendy Lee Klenetsky

It was one of those TV reality-contest–type shows, where budding clothing designers were given a chance to make and display their creations on the bodies of personally- selected models parading on a TV runway. The designers were each vying for fame and fortune in the fashion world: large sums of money and publicity in magazines …

My Cold Feet- Xhevrije Prisoj

It had been a long day. It was our day off, yet our alarm clock went off at 7:00a.m. that morning. I knew by now what it meant to be a soccer mom – day long tournaments were a given, but they were still very tiring. And they almost always started off at an early …

The Clothes Line

The clothes line, decrepit and worn, stands tall in the yard. Abandoned by where the children play. Forgotten about, as once it was important, but now just remains, as the paint fades, solely to be a perch for the birds. ANGELA SEWALSON Angela Sewalson currently lives in Sioux City, Iowa with her husband and three …

The Clothes Line-Angela Sewalson

The clothes line, decrepit and worn, stands tall in the yard. Abandoned by where the children play. Forgotten about, as once it was important, but now just remains, as the paint fades, solely to be a perch for the birds.     ANGELA SEWALSON Angela Sewalson currently lives in Sioux City, Iowa with her husband …

This won’t sell- Omar Esparza

  I’m a coward for not staking my life on writing I’m a coward for not wagering my life and the life of my wife and child I wouldn’t “go all the way” even if I knew I’d make it I’ve sold myself to mediocrity though I sometimes fuss I’m mostly ok with it I …

Happiness is Like a Bodhi Tree-Clem Vahe

What we think, we become. -Buddha I’ve read that time travel isn’t supposed to be possible. However, according to certain theories on the nature of wormholes ( hypothetical warped space-time), construction of a traversable would require the existence of a substance with negative energy, often referred to as exotic matter. That would be me. Yesterday …

Crescent Night

To the crescent of the starry night, Enlightening the sea-shore with its silver-line Crystallised emotions embraced by warmth I am here for you my love of life. For I’ll be the one fading tonight. Don’t get lost in the vast ocean of clouds, Let’s meet beyond the horizon With longing looks and shivering frostbites Interlaced …

Common Men

Common Men Nor glorious, nor legendary Nor victorious thy deeds. Nor one’s thoughts quote is profound Nor one’s freedom is almighty bound Nor perfectionist, nor definitive Nor punctual, nor tricksy Nor one is risk-taking opportunistic Nor one’s work written in golden-history Ya responsible, Ya nobler Ya grassroots, Ya ordinary Ya laborious farmer or drunken oldster …