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Stories & Essays
...gone tomorrow
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By jp Rodriguez
Barbie and the Burn Scars
_ By Dion OReilly
Bright Lights
_ By Nicole Exposito
Cricket Theory
_ By Sophia Alev
Dieciseis
_ By Kate Delany
Fines Double In Work Zone
_ By Brian Stumbaugh
Guy and Doll
_ By John P. Loonam
Lake
_ By Erlynda Jacqui Chan
Lala's Diner
_ By Nicole Exposito
Laundry
_ By Allison P. Boye
Love Story
_ By Cynthia Burke
Magic Bags and Forgotten Princesses
_ By Ken Goldman
Squirrels
_ By Benjamin Buchholz

Poetry
Baking Bread and Other Subtleties
_ By Leland Jamieson
Corpus Christi
_ By Taylor Collier
Early Cold
_ By Yvette A. Schnoeker-Shorb
Ekphrasis at the Mall
_ By James Owens
Games In Your Uncle's Den
_ By Robin Stratton
My Spanish Rose
_ By Jose Rivera
Northern Lights, Southern Soul
_ By E.F. Kramer
Posted on Fifth Avenue
_ By J.R. Salling
Sirens
_ By Naiya Wright
Summer Sojourn
_ By Cheryl Butterweck-Bucher
The Himalayan Sunset
_ By Rohith Sundararaman
Time Decays, Clots
_ By Kristine Ong Muslim
Turn
_ By Terrance Schaefer
Where You Rest
_ By Stephanie N. Barnes

Art & Photography
Bissan Alhussein
_ Paintings
E.W. Hung
_ Photography
Papa Osmubal
_ Drawings
Linda Pakkas
_ Drawings
Anastasiya Tarasenko
_ Paintings
Filip Wierzbicki
_ Paintings and Digital Photography
Nancy Xu
_ Paintings and Drawings

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The Himalayan Sunset
By Rohith Sundararaman


The sun, a simmering ore of smelt
gold spills across the sky: molten
lava through a field of irises.
Its caramel flow drips then drapes
the cream whipped peaks
in wreaths of embers till they jut
out of the shadows like a burning
pyre. A wind blows through the inferno
shaving off plumes of powdered bones
and as the mules beneath breathe mist
of their own, coal gray fingers hover
over these mountain fire, warming
the night till it slinks in like a drunk,
then snuffing it out like a wick
between fingers. The last peak withers
away into memory till all we see is the moon
bent into a saucer and the stars glinting
like broken china.

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ROHITH SUNDARARAMAN lives in Bombay, India. He gains inspiration from the cow that never roamed the streets of Bombay. He receives two and one half death threats every year.

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