Tag: writer
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second skin by Gabriella McField
True love is familiar. Read about it in Gabriella’s poem, “second skin.” Gabriella McField is an Afro-Nicaraguan and Korean poet, activist, powerlifter and student from Southern California. Often exploring the body and the wilderness.
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Estimate by Robert Boucheron
A fictional take on an elaborately detailed “Estimate” written in the second person by Robert Boucheron, an architect in Charloettesville, Virginia.
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Ghost by Anthony Emerson
“Ghost” by Anthony Emerson, explores the ethereal nature of love and the world. Anthony lives and writes at the edge of the North Maine Woods. More of his work can be found published elsewhere.
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Suzy and The Last Revolution in Ager by Laurentiu Stehan
Suzy and her friend Sarah live in Ager. Suzy will quickly learn that the Council of the Wise does not approve of her thinking. The Protectors of Freedom come to her aid.
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Broken Masterpiece by Fereshteh Hadisi
Vulenerability is straightforward. Fereshteh Hadisi exemplifies this in the poem, “Broken.” Fereshteh grew up reading books, loving stories, and studied English Literature as an undergraduate and graduate student.
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Translations by Rick McElhany
We are blue moon shadows,moving in a soft, improvised dance —a bit clumsy, at times, but sincere,and grateful for this special timein a place that is not ours.A meadowlark’s alarmhas been the only signof any indignation from our hosts. Dances of mice and insects,in rustling leaves and grasses,are not lost on us —proof of the […]
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Off the Menu by Jeffrey Hantover
Tell Gerardo he makes one fine salad. I don’t care if he gets it out of a jar, it’s the best creamy Italian in San Francisco. You’re new, aren’t you? I’ve been coming to Pinecrest for twenty-odd years. Nowadays you gals come and go. Always looking for something better. Don’t blame you. But it’s nice […]
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Lazy Sunday by Laurentiu Stehan
A Lazy Sunday stroll by the lake turned into an epic adventure when Willy was attacked by an Ice Dragon near the Medieval Castle.
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Dogeared By Basil Humphrey
I am well worn, thumbed through, creased at the edgesAlways stuck on the same page, always mid-sentence,I can neither avert my eyes, turn thoughts, nor paperFor it is my life’s work, knowing something of what’s gone beforeBut no clarity as to what comes nextI live in the now of uncertaintyNo future, beyond skittish dreamsMy imprint […]