We are solitary predators battling to the death over territory. Females are smaller although, more cunning and fierce. The mating season is fraught with peril, as lethal adversaries assess prospects. The male must fly on his back, vulnerable to… Read More ›
I was chillin up on a puffy cloud All laid back feeling kinda proud When I heard some partiers getting loud They looked like a pretty cool crowd So I slid all the way down the rainbow But… Read More ›
I sit waiting at the table, Where you said we should meet. My heart is doing double time, And sometimes skips a beat. My head is full of dreams, Of what will come of this. But silently I’m… Read More ›
The theme of this anthology, isn’t in any way compiled to shock our readers or to embolden our writer’s hedonistic desires beyond the realms of the actual physical truth, but to quite simply tell us factually the particulars good or… Read More ›
My handicap does not define me I am not a monster, No need to be afraid of me You do not have to whisper You do not have to even point and stare Speak to me I dare I… Read More ›
The raindrops sound their strings Over antique rooftops, Supplying solace and symphony To the parched terrains. The thunders bellow in high notes And it seems like the last yells Of a dying Indian summer. Retreating birds in… Read More ›
Congratulations to the following contributors whom have been chosen for the literary publication Naughty Nuts & Bolts. Naughty Nuts & Bolts Contributors: Bipul Banerjee – Journey Glenda Higgins – First Date Anxiety Stuart Kilmartin – Midnight Passion Branch Isole –… Read More ›
Stretching across a mountain of moments, a compacted heap of wrappers and notes once held or recorded the vast signals of a life drilling through time I see what I have felt: repeating patterns, spent layers of feeling compressed… Read More ›
‘Next June, The Arch Duke Franz Ferdinand, heir apparent, in his capacity as Inspector General of the Austrian Army will attend the summer maneuvers of the Sixth District Army to be held in Bosnia. A visit to Sarajevo will follow… Read More ›
a coveted moonstone secreted by her corseted bosom, lay against her heart, her long tendrils fell upon ivory shoulders, her onyx eyes – challenging. pulling golden sabre from it’s sheath making ready to spar for a sacred stone. the other,… Read More ›
