Soft Grass Murmur by Alan Inman
ding on its haunches a few yards away gives us no warning before its charge interrupting our lakeside meal and rest.
Poetry
Country Funeral by Alan Inman
Country Funeral down the rambling path they led us to the open mouth of earth where I would lay to rest someone I never met lifting a cask gently.
Fiction
Redemption by Janete Cabral-Jackson
Redemption “So thanks again for letting me stay here the night.” John said. “Yes, you’re not the first one to get lost. I am known as Fishwick around these parts.”…
Fiction
Baggage from Rustling Pines by Nidhi Singh
s, ghosts need an audience, an inner circle of admirers so to say, people who will vouch for them. Take them out of their comfort zone, and voila, they have…
Poetry
Journey Alongside a Minor Highway by David Pring-Mill
d by sights and sounds, unknowingly digested by the world. There are ways to escape, to go higher, to be more than indoctrinated particles, to make the world pronounce you…