A Naive Young Man  #Rhyme by Jane Aguiar

Company owner was liable, so he expected someone credible. All selected youth were eligible and everyone was desirable!! Chosen candidates were sensible and some kind of responsible, which make the company profitable and helps to remain marketable!! Interview day owner was disable, to reach on time he was unable, to repair the car he was…

Feeling the Squeeze

Michele Lee Over seven million people call the land of the five Cs home. Copper, cattle, cotton, climate, and citrus- the economic foundation that drove the 48th state’s early days. Long before copper was used as a conductor of electricity or European settlers began digging for precious metals across this desert land, Native Americans used…

she gives love, kindness, warmth, acceptance. And never judges

By Bogdan Dragos the woman smiled at him and showed her legs from beneath a white coat She was close to his face Stretched on the label of the rubbing alcohol bottle 70% alcohol He liked this woman because her smile never faded and she was always inviting «Oh, if you insist,» he said and…

Carcass of Pleasure by Terveen Gill

Biddu knew he was crazy. Every thought that ever occurred to him was outlandish and incomprehensible. He was aware that his ‘out of the box’ thinking was too flamboyant for a box or any other shape that was logically explainable. He had studied philosophy and biology and neither had done him any good. They had…

Road Trip by Matthew Robins

He turned 36 the week before Christmas. At 36, he still lives with his mother in his boyhood bedroom. He doesn’t have a job. He doesn’t have friends or a girlfriend or any money. He says he knows he’s a loser and, as every year passes, it only gets worse. Last year, he said, when…

Huy Cận | Endless love (1) #poetry

Huy Cận (31/5/1919 – 19/2/2005) born Cù Huy Cận, born in An Phu commune, Dương Sơn District, Hà Tĩnh, passed away in Hanoi, a poet, a political activist, a member of Vietnam Writers Association since 1957. Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm, the poet and translator, born 1971 in Phu Nhuan, Saigon, Vietnam. The pharmacist currently lives…

Reviews: Golem by PD Alleva

By Olga Núñez Miret “An extraordinary psychological horror book. Excellently written, with a twisted, spiraling, unexpected end that will leave you speechless.” ~ TBM Horror Experts Detective. Angel. Victim. Devil. A haunting tale of suspense, loss, isolation, contempt, and fear. On November 1, 1951, war hero John Ashton was promoted to detective. His first assignment: find…

a very skilled assassin by Bogdan Dragos

The way she’d creep up on you and just appear from behind like some cat, you’d think she was some trained assassin or something I felt her punch my shoulder and then her other hand falling on my nape and squeezing «Hey, lucky boy. You should be so damn glad you ran into me.» In…

That Badass Challenge by Terveen Gill

How had he gotten his hands on the damn thing? If she remembered correctly, it had been hidden in the bottom drawer of her wardrobe beneath three rows of neatly folded socks and her crocheted bikini which she could only dream of squeezing into now. But she had kept the flimsy thing as a keepsake,…

‘Forever Yours’ #poetry

By Jane Aguiar Singing sweet songs and flowing in the slow stream of the mountain through the Swapnagandha forest, my eyes fell on you and… I fell in love with you. Your passion is so strong that I come to you from the height of 600 metres of Kolar ghat, blowing like a strong wind…

THE GIANT CHOCOLATE COIN

by mikesteeden The sheer edge of the disintegrating cliff that the ocean’s hectic waves, long since, had tired of would be a classic venue, or as an alternative exit from this lonely globe perhaps, albeit self-effacing, lost to this world while in deepest terminal slumber. Maybe a sneaky poisoned leg of roast spiced duck with…

Lessons From The Year

by Sereichert It was a goal heavy year. I talked briefly a few weeks ago about how to set up your own yearly goals in a manageable way, but today I want to talk about you. That’s right…not some bullet list on a webpage or a chart of tick-them-off boxes. I want to talk about…

lovely hands by Bogdan Dragos

there’s been a collection of rather dark thoughts lately and he was studying it from the comfort of his bed The other day he found a good pillow in the dumpster and used it to cover the spot on the mattress where the rusty springs emerged Now the bed was fine again good enough for…

Rest in Peace Raspberry Jam by Terveen Gill

If Jerry Kismee knew that his stubborn insistence for raspberry jam with his pancakes on new year’s morning would result in the death of his beloved wife Donna Kismee, he may have reconsidered his childish behavior. An evening of prayer and an hour of Monopoly had marked the couple’s New Year’s Eve celebration. What else…

2021!

When I was looking for the concept of record to translate from Spanish to English, I came across this phrase: “My host, who serves the bread rolls, does not have to keep a record of whether he has wiped the counter and washed the dishes”. In addition, awaken a smile in me. Thank you for…

nothing good on TV for 18 years By Bogdan Dragos

there’s nothing good on TV when you’re in a crap mood «Shit,» he thought. «Nothing’s gonna be good on TV for the next 18 years. At least.» he sighed and shifted his position on the couch four days till New Year’s Eve and he already got the greatest gift one could wish for. A positive…

The Doggone Poet by Terveen Gill

Shanta was a poet. At least he thought he was. He could make words rhyme and place them in separate lines. That was his definition of poetry. His third-grade teacher had praised his poem – ‘I Love My Mummy’ to the skies. Though there was nothing praiseworthy to it, the teacher’s four-year affair with Shanta’s…

Holiday Cheer by Matthew Robins

there’s no worse time than the holidays imposing enforcing our predetermined roles and preordained sentiments what are you? the asshole too misanthropic too conceited to accept your agreed upon role and all their expectations of the holidays? who are you? the snotty brat expecting anything more from the holidays than anybody else? i suppose i’ll…

Thái Hạo | The day I die (34)

Thái Hạo is a Vietnamese poet, journalist, and currently an editor of vanviet. info (Link Blog)—Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm, the poet and translator, born 1971 in Phu Nhuan, Saigon, Vietnam. The pharmacist currently lives and works in Western Sydney, Australia. By Thái Hạo, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm . The day I die The…