Still or Sparkling

by  Greg Roensch The still water bottles were happiest when the sparkling stayed on the opposite side of the shelf. In truth, both sides preferred to keep any interaction to a minimum. The way the still water bottles saw it, their fizzy counterparts were carbonated showoffs who only came around for special occasions, like holidays … Continue reading Still or Sparkling

Two Poems

by Angelica Liu Oblivious It began with– a dumb pain, as if a nip in heart and then– a silent scream, as if a struggle underwater and then– a static breakdown, as if a dying without witness and life just passed on, obliviously A Life Like a Plant Time grows wildly here It creeps over … Continue reading Two Poems

Static

by Amanda Pendley stagnant hum of surf worn bodies/ washed up on shorelines/ bathtubs/ sewers/ what it means to be underneath/ passed over/ laid to rest in foggy water/ laid to bed in defeat/ in retreat/ in the crinkle of the television turning on/ tuning/ searching/ through databases of well kept facts/ tune out the … Continue reading Static

A Window Of Hope: A Review Of A New Year’s Eve Recollection by Chekhov

by Khalifa Al-Kuwari Magic, snow and anticipation are an integral part of the web of imagery around the festivities accompanying the marking of New Year’s Eve, an evening in which one always hopes that the year to come is endowed with the treasuries of happiness and in which the evils of misery become a relic … Continue reading A Window Of Hope: A Review Of A New Year’s Eve Recollection by Chekhov

Connie Girl

by Norman Klein That’s what he called me that morning, as my eyes opened, and both of us saw the kid lying there bloody, smaller than a bird, smaller enough to flush it down, then forgive my husband when he threw me over his shoulder to get me to the hospital, where I locked myself … Continue reading Connie Girl

Shipwrecked

by Aaron Hicks The family and the house fell on hard times, only to never recover again. What happened next was both unforeseen and yet expected. Poverty had passed itself down from generation to generation through the family. Weariness sitting deep within our souls, and defeat swimming in our bloodline. I remember the days when … Continue reading Shipwrecked

My Nana’s Video Cassette Library, His Death

by Kashiana Singh My nana’s bookshelfwas my paradise readers digests, Huckleberry Finna Britannica encyclopediaa Quran too then he grew older, my Nani died,and aloneness arrived. He decided to transforminto a lender, from a readerhis walled library became a display of video cassettesI remember, the magic of that room emblazoned by a vision, an addictiondotted with … Continue reading My Nana’s Video Cassette Library, His Death