By Steve Clark There was no way, as he walked under the Parisian foliage, the autumn light dripping over him like a thick syrup, he could know that he would die today. But yes, it was true, he’d die by the end of the day; and since there was little he could do about it,… Leer más A Last Stroll Through Her Favorite City
by Marcello Comitini In your eyes I breathe the flavors of life, the warmth of the sun that lurks in your breasts, the silver of the moon kissing your knees. I wait in silence for your caress to make my body feel like pleasure. I come after you and I snuff in the air the… Leer más Dog’s love
By Nell Zink August 3, 2022 By The Paris Review Diaries June 5, 2001 When I wrote this, I was living full-time in an idyllic southwest German university town where I had been a familiar figure since the eighties, spending money saved up from fifteen years of menial work elsewhere while sharing a small apartment… Leer más Diary, 2001
(Blog from https://nguyenthiphuongtram.com/blog/) A poem in Vietnamese by Đinh Trường Chinh Translator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm I see people not by the colour of their eyes I see people not by their vernacular I see people not by their sex I see people not by their hair their lips their teeth their nose. – I… Leer más I see people not by the colour of their skin
«Is having a few sextapes here and there enough to lose custody of my kids?» she asked. «I do porn. So what? It’s just another job.» «No,» he said. «They took your kids because they were in the back seat of the car while you were giving head to a guy in front. You can… Leer más Does it ever get better? by Bogdan Dragos
Ten fingers, ten toes, twenty reasons to avoid his gaze. I counted them with care, assuming he would tire and leave me to my eccentricities. But he waited, a wolfish greed gleaming in his eyes, marking its territory upon me. I was nothing yet everything, another half-pretty face cast away in an ocean of faces,… Leer más Those Unforgiving Eyes by Terveen Gill
by mikesteeden Within his tavern of imaginings, out of body looking further outwardsindulgence his shy waitress serving up a comedy of realitiesactualities that would censure his each and every manipulation Dreamlands purple anecdotes a sometimes painkiller save forwhen The Master of Suspense visits unannounced, then all isa mere twisted and spoiled incidental lecherous laundry list… Leer más PARALLEL IMAGININGS
by Rae Cod Katy’s eyes skimmed the leaflets pinned to the wood of the bus shelter as she waited to spot a likely target. She felt out of her depth. She hadn’t done this in years. What if she messed up? But Scott was desperate. So was she. They needed this. He said it was best if… Leer más Bust
By Richard M. Ankers The moon eased the sky aside like an iceberg in a midnight sea. Without shores or substance to hinder its passing, it might have drifted forever. How Corrine wished she drifted, too. The old church bell rang in the hour in two identical chimes. An owl hooted the same, as if… Leer más The Silent Raven Calls
Lord, your shining light, directs my heart day and night. Clear the storms that clouds my path, guide me to follow and love your path. Ch: O’Lord, help me to follow, the shining light of divine nature. Lord, my life to you I bring. Let there be an invisible string, to fight against injustice done.… Leer más Lord, your shining light….#hymn by Jane Aguiar
by Dawn Pisturino “Coffee, please – a large macchiato with a double shot of espresso.” The owner of the coffee bar shuddered and made a face. “I detest the stuff, myself, but . . . shhh,” she said, holding her finger to her lips, “don’t tell anybody. After all, I make my… Leer más Coffee
By Olga Nuñez Miret Hi all: I bring you a lighter read than I have you accustomed to and another one from Rosie’s Book Review Team. Don’t forget to visit her blog! When Emma Came to Stay: When family ties uncover family lies by Cheryl Waters Emma’s just turned thirty. She’s just lost her job. And she’s… Leer más #Reviews: WHEN EMMA CAME TO STAY: WHEN FAMILY TIES UNCOVER FAMILY LIES BY CHERYL WATERS
sparks blazing in her eyes, she watched him from across the fire sitting silently on her small log, bracing herself shivering a little “You see,” he said, “this fire gives off more sparks than flames.” She nodded And he went on, “It’s because it uses souls as fuel. I’m burning things that once used to… Leer más the ultimate thief by Bogdan Dragos
She’s so beautiful that I want to stare at her every minute of the day. How do I explain such exquisiteness? Her eyes. The windows to her soul. They follow me. When I walk, sit, or just lay there. I wish to drown in their peaceful depths. Her nose, not too sharp or round, divides… Leer más My Lovely Lady by Terveen Gill
Selena Gomez Selena Gomez I knew Del would talk about winning the lottery. He’s old. He can barely walk. He’s illiterate and poor as a cockroach, so every time we’re together he goes into his fantasy about winning the lottery. In his fantasy of winning tens-of-millions in the lottery, he hires the most beautiful women… Leer más #stories
by Manuela Timofte I wish I could fly like you, Sing a song or maybe two, Flutter softly my good-bye, And fly, birdie, fly! Birdie, Birdie M.- Why do you write? The idea of writing and being a writer has been a part of me for as long as I can remember. I was greatly… Leer más Dawn Pisturino – Interview
by Marcello Comitini I stand and walk slowly feet buried in the sand. I watch. I see in the immense space between one star and another the dark nothingness of motionless night. I’m afraid that the dark will hinder my steps that a little cold wind whips my heart, that a stronger breath disperses it… Leer más Among the stars
by DidiArtist Life travels along Like pearls on a string From moment to moment Yesterday was today And today is already tomorrow All are connected – endlessly Beyond time and space I am you You are me A cosmic network All are here at the same time Separate us in consciousness Like a wandering flash… Leer más A cosmic dream
ĐÊM VÀ NHỮNG KHÚC RỜI – there’s no point of view that could possibly surpass the summer (4) By Lê Vĩnh Tài, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm NIGHT & THE CONTINUING FALLING VERSES OF… (4) Translation October 2019, revised August 2020, February 2022. (prologue) the poem spinning around the poet’s head like Buddha’s halo. each… Leer más NIGHT & THE CONTINUING FALLING VERSES
“I wish I could write my feelings on the wings of a blue butterfly,” she said. “And then follow it around the room with a burning candle or a lighter until I burn it to a crumpling crisp. I would write about you on those wings, of course. I would go to sleep dressed in… Leer más Words are for foolish humans by Bogdan Dragos
Gobblers & Masticadores 