Author: Flora Ashe
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Happy New Year By Ashley Wilson
Twenty-six. Twenty-seven.Twenty Twenty. Twenty Twenty-One.You’ve crossed the river Styxand have entered hell. Oh, how uneventful. How sad.Did you expect fireworks?With all that has happened,did you think it was over? A year older, you feel the same,only to realize it’s been over half a decadesince you’ve graduated (college that is).It’s getting…
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The Last Allergens By Verche Arsovska
Rose put the couple’s order in a few boxes and sealed them shut. No corrosive particles, pollutants, and pathogens were getting inside on her watch. There was no pride left in the world, but she was proud to offer clean food. It was 2040, after all. Pollutants that liquefied lungs…
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Vanitas By Kim Dijkstra
In a society based on over-consumption, Kim Dijkstra tries to reveal the intrinsic quality in the things that we seem to value least. How well do we really know the things we carelessly discard or throw away? Must we not bring them to life and form a bond with them?…
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No Remember, To Remember By Tatiana Arsénie
Tatiana Arsénie was born in a family of artists in Romania and became a dentist before emigrating to Berlin, Germany and working full time as an artist. Her training includes techniques in printing, Byzantine art techniques, drawing and painting and she was part of numerous individual and group exhibitions. .…
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Where The Peacock Can Dance Free By Subhajit Naskar
The legitimacy of homosexuality/trans-sexuality is a law just passed in India. People from the queer community are still seen through the same point of view by the society. As usual, they are bullied and insulted in their workplace and on the streets at random. As if that was not enough,…
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Hula Girl By Stuart Christianson
The little hula girl danced on the dashboard as the pickup truck bounced down the dirt track. The girls gleaming white smile and green grass dress appealed to John’s sense of whimsy. As the pickup hit a rut, the adhesive loosened and the girl went tumbling down between his legs.…
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The Night That We Were By K.M. Crane
We were there the night the roses exploded. Blood red petals cover city parked cars, showered with confetti failures. Tell me yours and I’ll show you mine. See the concrete lined with trees, see these lists, inked leaves with juices from fallen fruit. Half-moon stains are thoughts unsaid. Do you…
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Graphite on Paper by Huma Maqbool
Huma Maqbool was born in 1986 in Lahore. She graduated in Philosophy from University of Karachi, in 2014 and did her M.A. Visual Arts from National College of Art, 2018. Now, apart from teaching arts at Lahore Grammar School, she does her art practice in her studio bases in Lahore.…
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The Aging Dog By Kelli Lage
Adopted at two monthsold. A mixed dog, they toldme Blue Heeler meetsLabrador. Fur patterns ofbrowns, blacks, and whites. Thirteen lastmonth. We celebrated with cupcakes. Inoticed your eyebrows are gray now.They still look up inquisitively at eachpasserby. You spend your days restingin the porch gazing out the window. Yousettle into your…