Anyone’s memory can be erased except yours friend seems your shadow will stay haunting mind, heart, soul from the moment you left till my last breath the pictures of you repeating always
Even herculean imagination will not bring the mind to reason that newcomers mean no harm mean only to lead towards better destinations, maybe, even to a place like Shangri-La. Could they really be different than the ones who arrived lifetimes ago and left their scars? In the beginning they too were so sweet yet always … More Isolation
How much pressure can a spouse’s loyalty and fidelity withstand? How seriously do individuals take their vows of marriage? How many times can someone help another human being who is clearly lost and has no compass? The answer to these, as well to other questions, are explored in T. Nicole Cirone’s beautifully written novel, Nine … More T. Nicole Cirone’s Nine Nails: A Review by Ayesha F. Hamid
Family means different things to different people, and Author, Tori Bond, explores the vagarities and variances of family in her debut, flash-fiction collection, Familyism. Whether her stories consist of children spending time in nature and performing plays or townspeople, sitting in a bar and dreaming of a way out, Bond is able to create entire … More Tori Bond’s Familyism: A Review by Ayesha F. Hamid
I. The escalator pulls me above ground, a maudlin monotony of movement that cycles tens hundreds thousands of times a day. I wait for the moment the ridges of the moving stairwell will halt the tips of my boots so I can fall on my face. What would it be like to have strangers walk […] … More “Escalate” by Caroline Sipio — THE CITY KEY
Lonely men interrupt the dark with the snap of shoes on sidewalk. Skyscrapers just got taller, more empty. Traffic thins like blood on heparin. Solemn as a monks’ processional is the way home. But with frog-sac croaks in lieu of chanting. John Grey is an Australian poet and US resident. Recently published in New Plains […] … More “After the Bars Close” by John Grey — THE CITY KEY
Yes, death does come for all for every summer, there must be a fall but we always leave a part of us in the world and the part of the world which was loved always stays in the immortal heart.
She welcomed the end of summer’s oppression, the pressure under, over, everywhere having cooked her from within. In summer, the sun weighed down, disheartening from dreams, while the wandering, distracted mind meandered, wished to be someplace else, wished to be free, somewhere else where she was listened to, was esteemed, someplace else where she never … More “Saved from Summer” by Ayesha F. Hamid
We stood in front of an encompassing pool, blue and beautiful. The path to the water’s center, a platform for our confessions and truths while liquid remained, bubbles cascading. At once, we jumped in, forgetting everything, becoming what we used to be before the sorrow seeped through.
When you think it can’t, that it won’t come with nothing in sight, just night in front of you, it do, it do come through, the smallest strand of light in darkness just barely enough to see you through.