BREATHING By Bryan McCormack
BREATHINGBy Bryan McCormack BreathingThe father’s breathing steadiedto a light,sputtering hum.Outside his door, the sonlistened carefully, ingesting the hum’svibrations, producing another sputterin his eardrums.It was like this before, when the son was a boy,and it continues...
ONE WEEK DAY WHILE WALKING By Jeremy Gadd
ONE WEEK DAYWHILE WALKING By Jeremy Gadd One week day while walking downWattle Street, I heard a cry thatbrought me to a halt in mid-stridelike a prisoner shackled to a wall,and my heart missed a beat,...
LIVE LIFE BECAUSE By Samantha Kriney
LIVE LIFE BECAUSEBy Samantha Kriney
You Were the Start, the Peace, My First Years --after Barry White
My feet loved the touch of my mother’s womb until thefirst note you sung to teach me how to controlmy...
HOMAGE TO ORWELL By Tomas Sanchez Hidalgo
HOMAGE TO ORWELLBy Tomas Sanchez Hidalgo
Homage to Orwell,
surrounded by slot machines,in the main hall(perhaps the Tanjiers?)by the penultimateof our national heroes,perfect for adults and children,proud to bethe gear lever in Europe,respecting the margin for...
NATURE / STOP / IGNORE – By Karl Miller
NATURE / STOP / IGNOREBy Karl Miller
Nature/violence (Diptych)
Stop (Triptych)
Ignore (Diptych)
About the Author:
Karl Miller’s fiction and poetry have appeared in numerous periodicals, including RE:AL, Portland Review, Subtle Tea, Cold Mountain Review and others; his play,...
SYMPHONY – By Amber McCready
SYMPHONYBy Amber McCready
Symphony
If I ever leave this world aliveI want my soul to be composedof every laugh my parents ever madeevery memory of reliefevery dream induced disbelief.I want to sleep like I am in...
TO MY MOTHER’S FRIEND – By Leilani Ahia
TO MY MOTHER'S FRIENDBy Leilani Ahia
To My Mother's Friend
Let me tell you of the walkyou missed this eveningbecause you did not care for wetand coldand the land's natural state.I ventured intoSomethingthat was not salty...
TIMES – By Anwer Ghani
LITERARY CONTESTSFICTIONNONFICTIONPOETRYHAPPENINGSBOOK REVIEWSINTERVIEWSNEW TITLESART & PHOTOGRAPHYADELAIDE Independent Quarterly Literary Magazine / Revista Literária Independente Trimestral, New York / Lisboa, Online Edition TIMESBy Anwer Ghani The SunsetMy hand is so hot like the soul of the sunset. It...
FEED FLOWERS – By Mark Taksa
FEED FLOWERSBy Mark Taksa Feed FlowersWind, if it woke, might scrape a leafagainst the planks. Flowers wilt in the pot.A departed wind pushed the watering can, dry,to its side. Dry wood shows through porch paint.Long...
MIDWAY – By Michael Carr
MIDWAYBy Michael Carr
Midway
A student asks me why Dantewandered off the straight path,and I tell him that midwaythrough his life he might findthe answer.
Now, it would just be esoteric.
I wake at three to the soundof...