Since yester twilight Along the borderline of darkness With fits of thirst & hunger Among storms of pain Under attacks …

You get desensitized

poetry, issue-four
on his phone he shared some pictures – said it’s what his people do. though he wasn’t being racial; he …

Trimming Trees

poetry, issue-four
When my father retired, he could not end the work– sunrise blurred to sunset sculpting trees within the canvas of …

Not a Total Loss

fiction, issue-four
The rider wiped the sweat from his forehead in the hot midday sun, swore that it was the last time …