of course, it’s not easy If it were easy everybody would’ve done it But this… this required courage above all. It required guts. It required an overdose of nonconforming And today was the day that proved he was just the right man for it Often the right man is the insane man, the soul who… Leer más have you gone completely mad? by Bogdan Dragos
I wake and find that it’s in the bathroom, waiting for me to join it. It sits on my toothbrush, restless to give my lips a kiss. I brush like there’s a demon in the depths of my mouth, it must be purged before I utter a single syllable. I spit. And rinse. Perhaps I’ve… Leer más Pain Never Leaves You by Terveen Gill
Above, the one-eyed girl before the accident. Artist unknown. The one-eyed girl of almost fatal disasters had spent the entire morning wondering why blokes…for the main part…prefer revolvers and rifles over the humble hand-grenade. By lunchtime, she’d given up pondering, saying to herself, “What do I know,” for the time had come for scoffing yesterday’s… Leer más HARRY AND HIS GIRLS by Mike Steeden
A short story in Vietnamese by Nguyễn Văn ThiệnTranslator: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm (Blog link)Art: Đinh Trường ChinhPublished first on litviet.net Burying one’s shadow On Mount Chư Mang, the cicadas were disrupting the old man’s midday nap. Since the end of autumn, the year before the cicadas have been hidden away at the bottom of Kroa… Leer más Burying one’s shadow by Nguyễn Văn Thiện
(Blog by Tamara) Long golden arms attached to a fiery face reached downward, crystallizing the day. In refusal to abandon her fear of the sunlight, the girl covered herself inside the darkest shadows. What sane person would reject terror’s protective shield against a certain excruciating death? Copyright © 2022 BBYCGN – All Rights Reserved Octo’Sun… Leer más Shield From Terror Story by Tamara Yancosky
“Alone” by Edgar Allan Poe From childhood’s hour I have not beenAs others were—I have not seenAs others saw—I could not bringMy passions from a common spring—From the same source I have not takenMy sorrow—I could not awakenMy heart to joy at the same tone—And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone—Then—in my childhood—in the dawnOf a… Leer más “Alone” ~ by Poe (video reading) By Michele Lee
Every day is a stranger’s best guess who’ll show up to fill my skin not even I know what shape my mind will take or what chaotic beauty will emerge from which butterfly’s wing flap but I know she will be beautiful she always is broken or ballsy tired gloom or bursting rainbows contemplative or… Leer más Showing Up by Sarah Reichert
every time I glanced at her face I was reminded of the character trope of the cute and exaggeratedly naive girl who’s not aware of her beauty and is predisposed to having others take advantage of her Of course that was only in my head but she really did have an immense heart She had… Leer más and she’d hold her tongue out and let the pets lick it by Bogdan Dragos
‘There’s nothing wrong with your foot.’ Macy Werie wiggled her toes and eyed the doctor with disdain. The man was getting ahead of himself. ‘Doctor, before meeting me today, had you ever heard of the name Macy Werie?’ Doctor Hesma frowned and replied, ‘No. Never.’ Macy had the man where she wanted him. She smiled… Leer más You’re Suffering from Writer’s Foot by Terveen Gill
I was station in California in 1992. After the war ending, I was blessed, a old dream came true. I was living on the California coastline. I had no debt and I lived in the Army free housing. Car insurance was my only bill and I had plenty of money for travel, food and the… Leer más Hotel California by John Coyote/ John Castellenas
The Sea covered most of the black rocks in front of the house by the Sea. Far, far away, the grey waves merged with the leaden sky. The Land was bracing, waiting for the final assault. The trees moaned in the howling Wind. The rocks shook under the crashing waves. The time had come. The… Leer más The high tide of the Equinox by Brian Martin-Onraët
Magazine is the brainchild of four editors (Terveen Gill, Manuela Timofte, Barbara Leonhard and myself) to publish on Sundays (at the same time) in… India, Usa and Gobblers, one writer from our list of 60 contributors. On February 5 it will appear in Gobblers at the top, and then in the coming months MasticadoresIndia and… Leer más Magazine is born on February 5th in Gobblers, and later it will do so in India and MasticadoresUSA
After unlocking a glass case, the store associate reaches inside then hands the most sought-after video game to my dad. “I’ll be at the counter if there’s anything else you need.” The associate says. He locks the case as another customer approaches him for help. Dad is quiet. He raises a suspicious-looking eyebrow, staring at… Leer más The Hardest Game by Kirsten Curcio
Don’t, don’t want silence Don’t know,why you are sad Don’t be this far away, come to my hug Don’t keep everything in mind Don’t be such a stranger Tell me, where to find my friend Unknown touch, goosebumps In an instant, melt into eachother Want your minds address, need a hug How much this mind… Leer más Desperate mind… #poetry By Jane Aguiar
I’ve heard it said that I’m impulsive, wandering, cursed, merciless, selfish, I’ve even been called a traitor, due to anger or the progressive loss of rationality.I’ve already heard with perplexity that I’m cold, stuck-up, smart, a resourceful effort, incapable of listening, the one who examines only her own words.I would say that I value closer… Leer más 24 by Miriam Costa
By Olga Nuñez Miret (blog) Hi, all: I bring you a book that needs no introduction. Not a book I’ll ever forget. Thanks to Rosie and her team for the support. The Thin Blue-Yellow Line. Between Love and Hate by Anton Eire (trans.) Simon Geoghegan A diary chronicling the hopes, pain and fears of ordinary… Leer más Reviews: THE THIN BLUE-YELLOW LINE BETWEEN LOVE AND HATE: A WAR DIARY FROM UKRAINE by Anton Eine
«Look,» she said, «I no longer want smart men around me. I had enough of that species. They can all drop down and die. The last fucker who was smart was this student who made me fall a bit too in love with him and then put his career over me. Suddenly all the things… Leer más the difference between a writer and a loser by Bogdan Dragos
Dementia. It took great-granny from us. She lived with it for four years and it slowly consumed her. By the time she passed away, there was little left to her. She was a crumpled figure cruelly hollowed out and emptied. But she was still great-granny. A woman who had left her cheerful mark upon us… Leer más They Blew Up Great-Granny by Terveen Gill
Upon visiting China in 2008 Bone to bone with natives, I capture a sight once forbidden by the kingdom – the Emperor’s Throne. Guarded by Fu Lions, heated by deep cauldrons brewing the spoils of valiant conquests, this gilded dragon swallows me. He carries me breathless along the serpentine spine of the Great… Leer más The Emperor’s Dragon By Barbara Leonhard
(Blog John Coyote) I received a phone call. Sweet Peggy called and she asked. Please come to see me. I live in Cocoa beach and I’m very lonely. I need a friend. I heard in her voice. She was hanging on a thread. She wanted everything and wanting nothing in the same minute. Once a… Leer más Cocoa beach… by J. Castenellas
Gobblers & Masticadores 