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Eight Times Four Sweet Samarlan Child of War
Eight Times Four Sweet Samarlan Child of War written by: Russell Colclough - I had a walk down to the town on a grey rainy day. There's a little shop...
Why Won’t They Stop?
Why Won’t They Stop? written by: Louise Gallagher - I never meant for my resume to include a stint as a ‘prostitute’. Yet, the night before...
The End of a Season
The End of a Season written by: Nadine Brown - I let out a breath, steam releasing in a puff of smoke, thankful...
The War Within The Battle
The War Within The Battle written by: Ahmed - The sky hasn’t fallen yet, but I keep staring...
The Christmas Squint
The Christmas Squint written by: Kat Merrigan - Some may read the title of this piece and wonder if it’s a typo. Surely it should...
Success Despite Childhood Trauma
Success Despite Childhood Trauma written by: Jessi Gold - Bone-chilling anguish: a result of childhood trauma, it is an experience...
An Unsent Letter
An Unsent Letter Containing the Blueprint of our Sanctuary written by: D. Rolland Jr. - Written initially on April 24th at my office, stealthily switching windows...
November Forest Walk
November Forest Walk written by: Christopher Johnson - Framingham Centre, 20 miles west of Boston, is a symmetrical oval...
Finding Cherry
Finding Cherry written by: Zehra Burney - We were sitting in our backyard with some of our neighbors. Kids were playing...
Cathedral
Cathedral written by: W. Glewicz - Our destination is about fifteen minutes from the inn over a narrow two-lane road that twists...
Hold Your Head Up High for Not “Making It”
Hold Your Head Up High for Not “Making It” written by: Nick Gerrard - Social relationships do not just skip in and out of existence...
Tengo cáncer, Un Puto Cáncer
Tengo Cáncer, Un Puto Cáncer written by: Leyre Ramos - Tengo un cáncer, si un puto cáncer. No agresivo, lento, indoloro, cronificable seguramente...
It’s Time To Sew Back Our Torn Nation
It's Time To Sew Back Our Torn Nation written by: Robert W Kovacs - The other day, a profound numbness came over me. It wasn’t caused by a single...
Refugees
Refugees written by: Michael Natt - In the spring of 2022, I had a very distinct dream. In the dream, I was standing in front...
