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Tag: writing
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Formatting Your Writing for Submission
Formatting your work for submission is what allows your writing to be readable. If your material isn’t formatted correctly, it can be difficult to read, and when editors are faced with dozens of content to sift through, you may not stand out in the way you want to. Here, we’re…
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Quarantine by Morgan Bazilian
Dog The dogwalks herself,essentially. She sniffs aroundin some kind ofshock. It all soundsso silent, soempty. She stares downa lone bunnyin a huge field. That field opensto the whole world,a universe. Expanding,and almost entirelywithout matter. Couch The children call it a couch.It is blueand fulland comfyand they fight mildlyfor the blue…
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Torrents of me
I’m a peaceful hurricane and the safest nuclear weapon,a drought in the desert,and a flood in the ocean.I’m the sun that shines but never burns your skin,A drunk driver – who comes out at nightAnd pretends she had lost the keys.I’m a love junkie,living with constant need to give loveand…
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Songs for Pretty Girls By Nic Nichols
In each home, each city, and each ending, she had a post. But now that she’d settled in the Deep South, the nights had heart and soul. Though the thick glass windows were to be always shut and locked, the midnight hum carried through. She sometimes wondered if the music…
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Dried Out Baby By Will Musgrove
Baby skinned the coyote’s mate. Good riddance, he thought as he tossed the bloody gray pelt onto the dry brush. A dozen feet away, his fellow brewers—out of necessity—waited for him around a fire, where they sampled each other’s moonshine recipes and their stomachs rumbled like the missing thunder. Baby, who…
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My Father’s Jamun Tree By Sufia Khatoon
My gardener exerts that I uprootmy father’s jamun* tree.It has failed to yield fruits this year—It has failed to conform. My father finds it hardto feel anything at all. I should part with it—without the promise ofjamuni* flowers.Without a purposeit is futile to love it. In the heated afternoonI hold…
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Death Witch by Leon Clifford
Once upon a time, there was a magnificent five bedroom, tastefully refurbished, inter-war, detached home with two ensuites, and double garage situated within bullseye of the Tudor Grange catchment. The house was equidistant from the train station and Solihull Town Center, short enough for a latte cooling stroll. One half…
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His Caustic Charisma by Sarah Butchin
I love the way you lick your lips when you’re nervous, from the corner to the slit and back again. It’s a tell but there’s so much more I want to know. Biting words slip through those full lips, saying what everyone else doesn’t have the guts to utter. But…
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Intrepid Traveler By Adrian Slonaker
The poem, “Intrepid Traveler” by Adrian Slonaker recalls the unspoken hesitations of going out after being locked down under quarantine.