Tô Thuỳ Yên | The empty café

By Tô Thuỳ Yên, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm (Link) The empty café Heading there, perhaps for a date A date with whom I can’t remember Heading there, a desiccated heart the hollowness of a ball Grasping exhaustingly at earthly cravings This afternoon was harsh with sunlight… This afternoon was heavy with rain… The…

Living Green and Dancing with Love

By Michele Lee Tasting fresh basil straight from the garden is a mouth-awakening delight. Traces of soil and sun, with a hint of spice, released with each bite. More flavorful is our rooted plant than from its cousin, sold in the market down the road – the plant with lighter green leaves under fluorescent lights….

adventure girl by Bogdan Dragos

It is known You can never hold on to an adventurer and she was one And she was gone and he stood by the window and smelled the guitar she left behind, not knowing how to play it A girl like her travels around the world like a sailor and loves many boys and men…

The Road Trip by Terveen Gill

They had been planning for weeks. The road trip that would cement their bond. A man and his woman. A woman and her man. They were madly in love. She pledged her devotion. He admitted his adoration. And there was no third who could contradict either emotion. It was do or die, you or nothing,…

A CLOAK OF TREASURES By mike Steeden

She now plants landmines where she once stationed azaleas but then spring is long past now, high sun skirmishes beseech to ignite the bonfires of autumn worse still, Jack Frost stirs rubbing his eyes, yawning rousing himself once more mischief, as ever his vexing wheeze Whatsoever that was then when the ball was still in…

If I see you

by Rana A little bit of heaven in the glance while gazing from my window Never truly grasp, if I sense a thing or move numb if I see you Like butterflies scatter on a flower in search of unsalted fragrance I feel dropping from a sky in the ocean of emotions, ostensibly true The…

I am

by Daniela Topîrcean I am in the wind breeze from your rebellious locks and from your restless heart. … I’ am the wind breeze from your heart. I untie your claws, I comfort them I scatter them I recreate you like a silent puzzle, unmade, unborn. … I am the sound of silence from your…

NANOWRIMO Week Four: The Final Countdown

By Sarah Reichert Good morning! For those of you who’ve been following me through the month of November, this marks the final installment of surviving NANOWRIMO (National Novel Writing Month). I’ve been flowing with a life-stages theme, and had intended to title this week “Retirement” but the thing with NANO is that only some of…

The fruitful man

by Petru Racolța Green ideas like leaves, With tiny buds, in colours, It’s like ladybugs Which turn into flowers. The best ones are perfumes, Transmitted adjacently, The bad ones smoke With an unpleasant smell. Turn them into words, Sweet as cherries, And sprinkle them before, Blooming your deeds. And from the white flowers You will…

Shadows that Follow by Sebastian Iturralde

(blog Sebastian) Feeling the power to control everything at his fingertips, surely this day would unfold differently. Damien embarked on a new journey in the outside world. Calm down, he repeated to himself, while walking near a noisy road. Everything is going to be alright. His awareness kept him relatively calm, and he was sure…

Funeral Gathering by Terveen Gil

Rasiya was a short man with tall ambitions. Many would suppose that his life plans were his first and foremost concern. But that wasn’t the case. He was most concerned for the after. The after? Now what could that be? It was his death and the subsequent funeral. The man was obsessed with how many…

A Good Pitcher by Matthew Robins

He was a good pitcher. A good reliever. He had all the pitches. Good slider. Good fastball. Good changeup. And an ERA of 2.15 and he knew all his catcher’s signs. It was bottom of the 9th and 1 out. Bases were loaded and the game was tied. The home team’s center fielder knocked a…

Your Truth or Mine?

by Manuela Timofte «It is not right! Wrong! You are lying! You do not know what you are talking about. You are a fool!» We use many words to express our anger because the one in front of us does not believe our words. Maybe, we do it because his words do not agree with…

A sky painted the colors of love (flash fiction) by Michele Lee

We kept watching the mesmerizing sky. Millions of emerald slivers were suspended above us, spinning and swirling. He and I, each dreaming our own private dreams. I thought about how I would never forget this moment and how it might be the highlight of my time in Alaska. I was happy to be here, not…

fasting for muses by Bogdan Dragos

well it’s been about four days of fasting Four days of eating nothing but smoke from his cigarettes so it was difficult to tell whether the woman who sat in his bathtub and smoked some of his cigarettes and watched him writing on his desk was real or not “Of course I’m real, you dumbass!”…

Emoji Killer by Terveen Gill

My daughter calls me the ‘emoji killer’. She rolls her eyes when she says it, and her duck lips ridicule my efforts. It’s easy for her to be judgmental, she grew up with an electronic device perpetually shoved in her face. My childhood knew the pleasures of the outdoors and actual interaction with other human…