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  • Me – Daniel Maluka

                Daniel Maluka is a 21-year-old writer and visual artist. Daniel is drawn to work that moves and is committed to producing work that moves others. Daniel…

  • Rebirth – Daniel Maluka

              Daniel Maluka is a 21-year-old writer and visual artist. Daniel is drawn to work that moves and is committed to producing work that moves others. Daniel likes…

  • Juanita – Rod Martinez

    Juanita grew up in Puerto Rico, the daughter of a large family in the mountains of Humacao. In the 1950’s there was an influx of Puerto Rican “immigrants” into the United States and…

  • The Saga Of Nathan Twine: An Ezra Pound Of Flesh – David Izzo

    12 January 1952: St. Elizabeth’s Mental Hospital—Washington, D.C. The 67-year-old man with the pointed head, pointed chin, and pointed, if straggly beard, was sitting by the window of his small room. The…

  • Oasis – Rae Dox Kim

    Tammy rapped at the door, but this was only a formality. Korean diet supplement advertisements on the television were harmonizing gloriously with her grandmother’s warby church choir voice. It would have been…

  • Carla Morning – Rae Dox Kim

    It was a Carla Morning, one of those mornings when I’d walk down into the living room and see Carla asleep on the couch, brow furrowed in a quiet expression of guilt,…

  • We Were Young – Eugen Bacon

    WE WAVED TO DORA in her ladybird dress full of sapphire ribbons. She waved back, a tangle of African lilies from Lake Park bobbing in her combed-out hair. A thousand brushes, O…

  • Just An Old Man – Brad Evans

      “You see it was Paul who was the well-meaninged one. He had good intentions. It was the others who were self-obsessed, concerned about their image.” As he spoke, my right hand…

  • In-fin-ity – John Misak

    Just like a whisper shatters the silence, the name on the wall in bronze letters screamed out to him. No one else seemed to hear it. No one else reacted at all.…

  • Shiv – Viv Eliot

    I looked up and you were gone, I began to rise. In circles of peculiar shades and light you remain All at ease with dagger dazzling eyes. Suppose a shout will do,…