Sounds

by Marcello Comitini I want to give a name to my silences a sound reminiscent of harmony of a song accompanied by the night. The key to access the hidden secrets behind a wall of uncertainty. Scan the caesura and the reprises, the air of war, of hunting and chains behind a taut, resonant string….

Nguyễn Đức Sơn| One day (14)

One day when hate is nothing but a mist Blinding will be the Eastern stars across the night sky Father will return with sea and country in his arms Feet up, limbs abandoned The single vow of father and son will be to play day and night Chasing the ageless clouds Autumn bursting, grey hair…

LAMB

Illustration & Poetry by Tara Palov her eyes the shade of plums bruised by a careless man her palette he tossed like the scrapings of leftover lamb he fancied not her bones a reckless waste for her purpose was packed in the marrow

With Love

de Daniela Topîrcean I was doing exercises of balance on the waves of love, breeze breathes my anxiety in chest inflating its innocent sails and my words were lost in your silence in unknown thoughts, in immense-blue-uncertainty on which I was sailing by pirouettes alchemizing the waves painful, secret, a ballet of the soul mysterious…

Diary, 2019: Berkeley/Summit Hospital, Oakland

By Joyce Carol Oates From The Paris Review Diaries Photograph courtesy of Joyce Carol Oates. March 29, 2019Berkeley/Summit Hospital (Oakland) It is not true that for all persons the essential question is: Shall I commit suicide? But it is true for the widow. The placating fantasy, that makes possible those countless hours of bedside vigil….

transgressive fiction needs to make a comeback by Bogdan Dragos

he used to write those very intense works about human suffering and degeneracy and the corruption of good souls into evil criminals – Breaking Bad style He hated supranatural stuff in writing. Stayed away from it. “It’s just stupid,” he said. “There’s more than enough magic, both dark and light, into the human heart to…

A Dying Newspaper Promise by Terveen Gill

Tutu licked his index finger twice, not just the tip but the entire length of it. He then pressed it down on the paper and turned the page of the newspaper. His eyes barely read the words, but his tongue clicked its disapproval. Tchh! Tchh! That was the sound it made. More than a few…

Fair Exchange by M Robins

Fair Exchange The handyman came when he said he’d come. He came and painted the main bedroom. Half way through the work, she offered him a cold soft drink. He accepted, thanking her. As he worked, she asked him about his other jobs. She asked him about his wife and children and where they lived…

Stay in My Eyes

by Rana See-through curtains of idealistic dreams that strive every sense Shyness beneath each feeling which surrogates notions all at once Gaze at the stars and sing me some lyrics unknown, just for me I’d have all you bring no wonder what rain has beyond the fence It isn’t the heed I ever desired, don’t…

People have wings

by Petru Racolța People have wings raised inside, They only open at night, during sleep, Silently they carry them into Edenic worlds Or in the realms of hell, They lift them in the highest spheres, Or throw them into the dark abysses, As their day-to-day thoughts are And hopes crept into their heart. People have…

Cat Riding through a Field of Rice on a Bicycle

by Patricia Furstenberg Shh, hums the rice, swaying with the wind, Whoosh, sings the breeze, warm and mild. Cling-cling-cling, the silver bell sings along While the bicycle runs along the road. A basket in the front. What’s inside? The air is sweet with cherry scent, The boy is careful at the bend. He knows the…

No Longer His Girlfriend by Terveen Gill

I’m the girlfriend. Or was. He’s dead now. There was a funeral. I wasn’t invited. We lived together, laughed together, doing everything a normal couple was expected to do. He was twenty years older. So what. I was twenty years younger. It wasn’t as if we were competing with each other. If he had stuck…

If I touch her

by Rana I had not contrived to perceive the hypnosis of her eyes, though And her sumptuous voice sailed straight to the bottom of my heart Suddenly I am dropped in her enchantment of blossom all at once A billion notions to paraphrase her sublime beauty but where to start Her tantalizing mesmerism inspires my…

The Storm

by Riya Yadav I see you walk into my life A storm of love hit me hard Flashes of light were glowing Glory to my love who is apart Never feared his terrible anger and fury Never promised submission of loyalty Like water from a broken dam Rushing and replacing tormented hearts Purified by your…

In Society’s Shadows

|Short Story (blog) By Sebastian Iturralde Magu was a normal guy, at least that’s what he thought. Today, just like on many occasions before, he went out to experience life. Walking through the streets he found people to be strange beings. Dark beings without a predetermined form. He saw them with imposing poses. Creatures that…

Love and regrets

by Marcello Comitini Sitting at a table in the shadeon the restaurant terracewith a half-empty bottleand a glass with a finger of wineI get drunk on the pungent smell of the sea in front of meand the red robe that the moon wears.She gets up and smiling, ignites the waveswith glimmers of blood.At the table…

Five Minutes in the Middle of Death by Terveen Gill

Ray buckled himself into his seat. He always chose to be seated in the middle. For many frequent flyers that choice would be denounced and labeled the ‘sin of flying’. Who didn’t want to look out the window or have easy access to the aisle? But Ray wasn’t like others. He enjoyed the comfort of…

Silence

by Rae Cod Millie followed the path around the trees as she had done every morning for the last six days. Six days surrounded by people but totally alone.  She’d expected the silence to be heaven, but her own mind seemed determined to create torment.  Six days down, four to go.   First, she convinced…

Lê Vĩnh Tài | AN EPIC ODE OF UKRAINE – 42/43 –

By Lê Vĩnh Tài, translation by Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm Ukraine thou art the recipient of fire and bullets the recipient of blood spiltsparing humanity of retribution?.thour art the recipient of the slow-exploding landminesthee dying twiceto thy very bone marrow the smoulderingthe blistering phosphorus burns.thou art the recipient of ghostly spectresthe entire horizon flashingthou needing…