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EMBERFOOT, A poem by Richard King Perkins II

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EMBERFOOTBy  Richard King Perkins II Gasp, my stranger. Contract like burning paper.You’re distant; as loud as footsteps on anthraciteechoing away from where you once belonged.Hold on to my hand. Just don’t break my fingers.Below the...

WHEN CUTTING FISH, Poems by John Grey

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WHEN CUTTING FISHBy John Grey  WHEN CUTTING FISHConcentrate on your fingernot the creature's eye.Given half the chance,the blade will slip,the dead will stare right at you.Don't spill blood.Don't feel guilt.Here on earth,you need to knowwhen...

POETRY BY LEE YUK SA, Translated by Sekyo Nam Haines

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POETRY BY LEE YUK SATranslated by Sekyo Nam Haines   About Lee Yuk Sa:Born 1904 in Andong, South Korea, Lee Yuk Sa belongs to the first generation of Korean modern poets. Korea was under Japanese rule...

LA VERDAD SEGÚN MICHAEL Traducida por Maria Gil del Campo

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Capitulo uno - LA LLEGADA        Michael llegó a Nueva York un miércoles sobre las siete de la tarde. Caminó hacia la salida del área de llegadas internacionales del aeropuerto JFK.  Fuera le esperaba una...

A BROKEN SHELL OF A MAN by Elizabeth O’Neil

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A BROKEN SHELL OF A MANA novel byElizabeth O’Neill Chapter One - EGGS ‘Dae ye want ays tae read your palm?’  The gypsy woman asked, craning her scrawny chicken neck.‘No, this is a cafe,’  Peggy said,...

PURPLE DRESS, A short story by Denis Bell

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PURPLE DRESSBy Denis Bell One spoon of instant and two spoons of sugar in the Disney mug with the broken handle. The best way to start your day.           Garbage spilling out of a plastic trash bag....

THE LIST, A short story by Ross Goldstein

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THE LISTBy Ross Goldstein The Palace was anything but; a sputtering neon sign dangled over the half-hinged front door, suspended by the remains of a frayed power cord. The ACE of Palace had died a...

IGNORANCE IN DETAIL by Michael J. Coene

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IGNORANCE IN DETAILBy Michael J. Coene I didn't know Jan very well. We worked together at a restaurant. Organic, gluten-free, farm-fresh, overpriced sandwiches and salads. Jan was a server there. I was a cook, working...

HYPERSPACE, A short story by Haley Quinton

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HYPERSPACEBy Haley Quinton Cole closed his eyes and dreamed of space travel. The old car’s engine thunked and whined, sounding just like a spaceship. He was wrapped in his mama’s raincoat, but he was still...

THE HOUSE ON THE BAY by Jillian Diblasio

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THE HOUSE ON THE BAYBy Jillian Diblasio There is a house that sits in the middle of the bay. It is old and decrypt, having stood there for as long as I can remember. For...