Marge Piercy I have a friend who when she comes out here to our funky house dug into the hill side in the pine…
David Kherdian Perhaps it is time to remember ourselves and each other as we were, not warring, but not yet at peace, only…
Kristen Scott Federico Garcia Lorca was the outstanding poet of his generation in Spain and some of us feel, in the world. His words still…
David Kherdian In the great firmament the eternal world spins on— The summer pear blossoms will make a perfect mat for the autumn frost—…
David Kherdian We will never leave the picnic at Thompsondale our mothers ever beautiful in their summer dresses Our fathers with…
David Kherdian The tall, very tall yellow brick chimney aged into darkness by soot and time that stood down below the end of…
Lauren B. Davis If Tom Waits, Charles Bukowski, Damon Runyon, John Kennedy Toole and Samuel Beckett were all rolled into one literary package, the result…
Duff Brenna They go to the drive-through at Jack In The Box, order burgers and Cokes. While the two of them are sitting…
Jon Wesick Life was good. Dick Trout had a well-paying job, wife, and a sturdy car. Arriving thirty minutes before most other employees…
Robert Gover In 1965 when I was 35, my literary agent, Scott Meredith, landed a record-breaking contract with Pocket Books for my fifth novel,…
Jim Moreno Las tormentas eléctricas estado del sol de mi infancia me asustó: granizos del tamaño de pelotas de golf, las gotas de agua…
Sam Hamod Translation by Imen Bennani قصيدة ابي بي يحرس مسجده في صمت انه يحوم حوله الان و يصلي يجلس على الدرج…و ينظر…..
Andrew Johnson Hundreds of thousands of aspiring novelists around the world will put pen to paper – or fingers to keyboard – tomorrow with…
Nâzım Hikmet Dörtnala gelip Uzak Asya’dan Akdeniz’e bir kısrak başı gibi uzanan bu memleket bizim. Bilekler kan içinde, dişler kenetli, ayaklar çıplak ve…
William Harry Harding “Life’s too short to clean your own house.” - The Cleaning Authority clean homes – clean earth Life’s too…
Michele Ledda Earlier this year I took part in a debate entitled In Defence of Poetry, organised by the Leeds Salon. Just before…
Mandy Brauer Looking at the window I see handprints, a flattened mosquito, a dusty, drifting strand of cobweb and repeated reflections from a hanging…
Assef (Lahab) Al-Jundi Auburn leaf falls from its tree. Starts curling on itself.. Dries up.. Slowly decomposes.. An emerald one breaks through dark…
Shadab Zeest Hashmi Spain: 1492 Alone in the Rauda, Lady Aisha cups her hand, a beggar for the dirt in the garden of…
Issue Two: November 2010 In November’s Issue we are featuring the work of poet, editor, publisher, and anthologist, David Kherdian. We are honored to feature…
Mimi Ferebee to pappadee Dusk fell gently during the sun’s curtain call. That winter eve, she took her bow with a veil, as…
Sam Hamod They told him, his blindness was only the first step into his seeing, that kind of daylight blossoming in the darkness,…