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Stories & Essays
A Day In the Life
By Sida Li
Eight Minutes
_ By Michael Gettings
_ By Max Gordon
One September Morning
_ By Brian G. Ross
_ By Len Joy
Reading Between the Lines
_ By Michael Gettings
Scarring Truth
_ By M.W. Hamel
Snapshots of the Ordinary
_ By Monica Lee
_ By Robert Connal
_ By Daliso Chaponda
The Jury
_ By Jeremy Tavares
The Thief
_ By Marva Dasef
The Train to Pennsylvania
_ By C.L. Atkins

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
_ 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
_ By Juliette Capra
_ 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
_ 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

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 
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, 
     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