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Cover
Table of Contents
Editor's Notes
Donations
Submission
Guidelines
Website
Stories
& Essays
A Day In the
Life
_ By
Sida Li
Eight
Minutes
_ By
Michael Gettings
Jesusland
_ By
Max Gordon
One September Morning
_ By
Brian G. Ross
Patrimony
_ By
Len Joy
Reading Between the Lines
_ By
Michael Gettings
Scarring Truth
_ By
M.W. Hamel
Snapshots of the Ordinary
_ By
Monica Lee
Spirals
_ By
Robert Connal
Stars
_ By
Daliso Chaponda
The Jury
_ By
Jeremy Tavares
The Thief
_ By
Marva Dasef
The Train to Pennsylvania
_ By
C.L. Atkins
Poetry
735 Miles to Nootka Island
_ By
Nicholas D. Klacsanzky
Al Fresco Cafe Poems #125
_ By
Duane Locke
Al Fresco Cafe Poems #127
_ By
Duane Locke
Barnstormer
_ By
Lynn Strongin
Gilded Candy
_ By
Mina Blue
Marriage 2
_ By
Christine Redman-Waldeyer
Memo to Italy
_ By
Andrew Francis
Rain, Your Words, and the Agony...
_ By
Betina Evancha
Sarcasm
_ By
Juliette Capra
Textbook
_ By
Christine Redman-Waldeyer
The Unspoken Eloquence of the Sword
_ By
Anne Nialcom
Three Shades of Grey
_ By
Monica Lee
We Pay
_ By
Betina Evancha
White Dread
_ By
David Snyder
Writing
_ By
Betina Evancha
Art
& Photography
Keira Anderson
_ Photography
Anne-Julie
Aubry
_ Paintings
Whitney
Clegg
_ Photography
and Drawings
Eman Reharno Jeman
_ Photography,
Graffiti, and Drawings
Mike Pomery
_ Paintings
Jennifer Robbins-Mullin
_ Photography
Madia Krisnadi Widodo
_ Photography
Penny Wilson
_ Mixed
Media and Digital Art
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Three
Shades of Grey
By
Monica Lee
A watercolor:
A drab city
The low sweep of skies
The air thick as buttermilk, churned by a million pigeon wings
These hollow days
Holidays
Holy days
Precious and methodical
Like pendulums and dripping faucets
Like mice and memories
Like falling snow. Memories of snow
My Lady Grey:
Earl Grey
Curling wetly upwards between careful sips
Opening hot and fragrant like a flower
Grows from a flower, a morning glory frozen in white glaze and porcelain
China bones clutch bone china
(Long clever fingers like ivory chopsticks)
Fine eyes,
Luminous,
Grey peering intelligently across a serene ocean
Of tablecloth and spoons
Memories, a dime a dozen, jumbled together in a basket
Some sharp as stilettos on cobblestone streets
Others soft as cigarette smoke, and turning blue around the edges.
Fingers sweep upwards across a keyboard
And trail back, languid as a cat on a hot summer afternoon
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