Category: Fiction
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Salty by Charley Lenton-Lyons
Do slugs look at snailswith resentment?Similar in form,gifted the home they weren’tafforded. A cosy place toput your foot up atthe end of a tough day. Furiously munching weeds,wishing the birds wouldrainsaltdownon their affluent neighbours. Shells vacated –ready for new tenants. Charley Lenton-Lyons is a UK-based poet with a background in…
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In Her Absence by Kushagra Shringi
I see her in hazy sunlight,in busy mornings, in quiet nights,In shadows that fall on empty wallsin every dream I still recall. I hear her in the silence of night,in whispered prayers, in echoes light,Her laughter softens all my pain,like light breaking through the rain. I smell her in the…
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Wisdom by Jim Bates
Growing upHe read about itDream of having itBut never really didA mediocre studentHe did his bestHe graduated in the middle of his classHe went on to collegeHe did okayHeld a long term job for many yearsMarriage and familyLove and lossAll the way to the endNow he walks wooded trailsHe watches…
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The Jump by Jim Bates
I didn’t expect so many people to be standing around on the cliff overlooking the Yellow Knife River, but there were, maybe fifteen or so, mostly young folks in their twenties just hanging out, joking around and having a good time, everyone looking tan and fit. It was honestly not…
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Un ‘Ecrivain Français by Michael Grignon
Deep into a meditative journey, I find myself perched at a table in the back of Café Le Rêve. Tucked underneath a crimson awning, I have a partial, but adequate view of the boulevard that stretches in front of me. The restaurant is silent except for the sounds of another…
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we may be landscape by Corbett Buchley
we may be landscapea pastiche of neighborhood and terrain but do you see the graves they are hidden and not hidden in the folds of hills in the patchwork lineswe have latticed over earth a lot goes into livingwe toil like worms, like salmonbehind plows, in boats sleek nervous carnivores…
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Starless Skies by Bethany Webb
“You know, there’s a star in the sky for every wish on the ground,” her grandmother whispered, her wink not visible by the eye, but easy to hear from her voice. Alesia and her grandmother lay in the grass of her parent’s pasture, looking up at the sky dotted…
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Symphony of Spring by Jim Bates
The sun glows mellow on a warming dayA light breeze from the south caresses cattailsDown near the pond songs fill the airBlack birds chiming a chorus of red wingsNearby a babbling stream of snow melt rushingA melody of life, a symphony of spring. Jim Bates is an award-winning author who…
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Unlearning Him by Huina Zheng
My father was once the person I feared most and tried hardest to please. He ruled our home like an emperor, and we all learned to read his face before speaking. When I began excelling academically in middle school, he finally noticed me, which was remarkable for a man whose…