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John Bikes
Poem by Ana Marcela Ramirez Cabal John bikes to work daily,He pedals through daisies.John, that’s what I named him,The man, suit, and helmet. John carries a small boy,An older girl follows.He never checks on her,Alone, left to wallow. City roads are danger,They’ll bite you, they’ll burn you.And trees, even stranger,Can haunt you forever. Yearns for…
To Mount Clarewa Part 2
Fiction by Rosie Etheridge In the centre of Mount Clarewa stands a bronze statue of Cecil Clarewa standing on the very spot where he first struck oil in the 1870s. Cecil stands with his hands in his pockets, looking out on the town he built. His once gleaming moustache is faded and smoothed by the…
Tightly Spun
Poem by Ana Marcela Ramírez Cabal Hubris, always tightly spun,Soaring, gliding, comes undone.Waxed wings dare to touch the sun,Stretched forth arms with a handgun. Injured the fragmented child,Picked a bullet, burned your palms.Allowed fierce tears to drip down,Like a tempest, reconciled. Now, pull on threads back blithely,Weave good fortune anew.Bled out all your winery,Forsake, spill,…
The Power in Writing
Why do we write? Writing has the potential of catharsis and empowerment. When we write, we give a piece of ourselves and our imaginations, to the world. It can bring change, inspiration, and hope to the world. As writers, we hold immense power in our pens or, more often, keys. We’ll discuss how to improve writing…
Rejection Therapy
Nonfiction by Anam Tariq Rejections are of various natures — your admission application to a university is rejected, your opinion is rejected, your proposal is rejected, you are rejected and sometimes your submission to a literary magazine is rejected. Oh it hurts! I know. The first kind of rejection above was the one that hurt…
The Undisciplined Poet: An Interview with Moira Walsh
An interview by Anam Tariq 1. Tell us a bit about yourself.Hi, Anam. Thanks for your patience in finding a time to connect. I was born in Michigan, nearthe Motor City (Detroit). Now I live in the metro area that’s home to Mercedes-Benz, Porsche,and Maybach. The funny thing is, I’ve never even owned a car.…
World, meet girl
Poem by Ana Marcela Ramirez Cabal First breath drawn in your embrace,Cradled by life’s joyful greeting.Since, she’s presenced no such grace,Sowed seeds in your first meeting. Deep as life, her trembling stepsFound wisdom rooted in the earth.The scheme of nature with its webs,Proved to girl she needed stealth. Unburdened laughter of a flower,Constellated spirits gleam…
To Mount Clarewa
Fiction by Rosie Etheridge Mount Clarewa was founded in 1872 by the intrepid Cecil Clarewa, a man of infamous character and an even more infamous moustache. It was said the thing was his good luck charm and that in difficult times he even spoke to it. Twice daily he coated the bushy beast in a…
Sudando
Poem by Ana Marcela Ramirez Cabal A sticky sheath lays on my body,All inches covered, isn’t it romantic?Shadows fall short, I’ve become a residence,For assertive guests so incandescent. They drip and glow and stain and flow;I don the wet as pines with snow.Most claim this mist is punishment,But flesh, adorned, is no ailment. With every…
Rust – Part One
Story by Rosie Etheridge They were watching her, eyes glassy with death. Writhing, she held one still in her bloodied hands and slipped the knife from top to bottom. Into the belly. Her hands scooped out the warm insides, pulling them out onto the table. Each fish took her only a matter of seconds. In…
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