By Ahmad Al-khatat Inside museum of corpses there are dead refugees bodies who died ’cause they were not characters, but priceless, experiments That helped humankind, with plastic surgery, they test dangers And feature The weapons Of flesh and blood, crash test dummies, design body armour against the aliens from the spaceship and women, private body … Continue reading Museum of Corpses
The Experiment
By John Page I am awake. I’m in so much pain. Where am I? This isn’t my home. Let me out. Let me out. Let me out! It is dark. I’m suffocating in here. Why do I hurt so much? There is an odd smell. Wait, there is light. Loud sounds hurt. Glass breaks. I … Continue reading The Experiment
Halloween’s End
By Jessica Ricks Jacob, Chrissy, and Marcus made their way to the end of the long, winding street. It was getting late. Houses were starting to turn off their lights indicating that they were done giving out candy. The streets that were busy with kids, and some teenagers, going from door to door in their … Continue reading Halloween’s End
Thrice
By Thomas Page Everybody in town knew about the murders. You couldn’t walk down Washington Street without someone tapping you on the shoulder to confirm what they already knew. The Harrisons had lived in this little ordinary house on top of Rodham Hill about fifteen long steps away from their neighbors—the Tiffanys. Dan Tiffany was … Continue reading Thrice
The Rainbow Who Saved My Life
By Ahmad Al-Khatat The last rainbow that appeared, recognized me from my eyes he told me that I survived the war and that he saved my life he said that back in my homeland he can’t be seen when he appears, instead he helps the angels to paint by Marking the children with my colours … Continue reading The Rainbow Who Saved My Life
“A grass widower/lover writes”
By Sunil Sharma Even in your long absence--- I hear daily your musical voice! The multi-coloured jingle of the bangles And the silver anklets Your laughter lingers On summer nights. I smell the perfume you wear To your work daily. As I drift finally Into the land of beautiful gentle sleep After a long … Continue reading “A grass widower/lover writes”
What’s the harm?
By Rajnish Mishra My mobile’s memory stores details, but it’s old. It’s not smart, my mobile, and old. I don’t delete some numbers. They’re dead, I’ve been told. Not the numbers. I thought to call, once at least, at least one of them, then I did not call. What if I … Continue reading What’s the harm?
“Flight”
By Sunil Sharma Wings tiny, wide-spread Against a crimson sky. Dark body dipping in/out Fluid dots spiraling out in a wavy series. A flight of pigeons going separately. The bird, joyous. Evening! Time to return home For the kids of the sky! Sunil Sharma is a college principal, freelance journalist, author and editor. Mumbai-based, he has … Continue reading “Flight”
“Madhouse”
By Sunil Sharma In a madhouse, the only sane are the insane the guys know/see things the normal are denied If there were no insane folks, how the world would measure its own diminishing sanity? The institutionalized soul was meditative: Why the mad politicians/terror-mongers outside? Sunil Sharma is a college principal, freelance journalist, author and … Continue reading “Madhouse”
“Zombie Thomas”
By Thomas Page I can’t help myself whenever I hear people taking Because it normally is too good to pass up. People love to have private conversations Loudly in public for all to hear. Like a groundling, I fervently pretend to not listen to passing moments Which I will never encounter again. I heard … Continue reading “Zombie Thomas”
Academy of the Heart And Mind 