I am the son of Abdulla married to Alice, daughter of Elizabeth.
And it will all end today! With this very thought I broke down in sweat. My years of hard work, my effort to bring back humans on this earth, my desire to pluck fruits from a living tree – will all these go in vain?
Artwork by Amy Bassin At night the wind blows without great force but the slight, constant breeze makes it necessary for her to wear the cloth overcoat. It is a fine old coat. A happy coat given to her by a happy mother. She cannot pull the sides of the coat together to button it… Continue reading LUNAR LAMENT by Mark Blickley
I am alone in this glass house we had built on the crest of a mountain within the forest. The Covid pandemic has risen to proportions which have sent me reeling back to our resthouse where I lost you one evening at a party when you decided to leap into the dark forest and leave… Continue reading Distillations by Shalom Galve Aranas
The corridors of Channel Ten were a hive of activity. Tapes to be edited, copy to be written and satellite uplinks to be coordinated all added up to one noisy work environment. Dev Menon enjoyed his bird’s eye view of the entire proceedings. Nothing like running against deadlines to pump up the adrenaline, he thought.… Continue reading Upwardly Mobile by Abhijit Chaki
The first time he noticed the young woman, she was in the park in the center of the next town over, floating past the duck pond with a bulging sack under one arm.
‘The weird sisters, hand in hand, Posters of the sea and land, Thus do go about, about: Thrice to thine, and thrice to mine, And thrice again, to make up nine’ (William Shakespeare: Macbeth, Act I scene iii) At the hour when the shade lay least on the wooded shore, the girl walked on… Continue reading Waist Deep by Hayden Moore
I Four of them were running up and down the stairs, chasing each other. They were playing in the roof top garden of a strange building. It looked strange because one… Continue reading Tainted by Fayeza Hasanat
At the sound of a motorcycle roaring, Laura Hapley moves the curtain aside and looks out the window. Instead of passing by, the machine stops. A tall person dressed all in black swings their legs off and gently places their helmet on the seat. The light of the setting late September sun surrounds the apparition… Continue reading When The Doorbell Rings by Isabella Mori
“Today’s topic is relationships,” I announced to the group of ten or so patients at the Bright Haven Psychiatric Center. They were either sleeping or talking among themselves. Very few had enough focus to be able to look at me directly. But they would all respond when I asked them a question. “Does anyone have… Continue reading The Catatonic Angel By Mark Tulin