my wife hangs winter clothing in the closet I ask myself if I am ever going to put them on again or should I say goodbye to the seasons of the year, to the parka, to the woolen sweater forever? those clothes remember the war, they’ve absorbed its horror like hair absorbs the smell of cigarettes. they’ll never forget. the…
He’s special, this one. I never would’ve taken him home if he weren’t. And it’s not like it’s our first date. I’ve done this before. I’ll do it again. Unless he’s the one. Whether he is or not, he’s the one right now. What’s that he says? My belt? I picked it up at a thrift store. I tell him…
i jabbed the straw down deeper and down into the mint and ice shavings the only ice i want to see none on the page and so hats off to that pants too sarong salutes and i did so carefully i thought who are these ice writers these canadians and their hard luck stories hard rock and but the lakes…
Sydney Strange has been writing and directing since she was in middle school, her passion for storytelling and film driving her throughout the past decade to make numerous short films, pilots, and more. With a strong focus on how people love and feel, Sydney focuses on trying to tell relatable, emotional driven stories that can represent everyone.
Shalini Singh has been published in Oberon Magazine, Berkeley Poetry Review, SUSPECT, Hobart and Hayden’s Ferry Review among others. The daughter of a mathematics teacher and an ex-lawyer herself, she is a final year MFA CWE candidate at Iowa State University where she binge feels, binge reads and binge watches stuff while grounding herself in meditative research.
Just as I was about to close my therapy office for the day, a mysterious figure arrived at my door. I could only make out his silhouette, for a brilliant aura radiated from him. From some unseen vantage, angels trumpeted his arrival, their heavenly fanfare rendering me mute. Hark and behold! Before me stood Jesus Christ, Son of Man. When…
The Compton Creek is the Los Angeles River’s southernmost tributary, the only one that starts in the inner city. Its headwaters come from the street storm drains of South Central Los Angeles. Other LA River tributaries like the Tujunga Wash, Arroyo Seco, Rio Hondo, Pacoima Wash and the Burbank Western Wash flow downstream from the northern foothills of either the…
[1] Bulk of the stuff underfoot Becoming the bulk of you Stuffed with its rolled green rug Churning that which turned sun into sugar A patch of clover I sat sifting through Sucking dandelion milk from its stem Milk so named for its rare opacity Bleeding from my woven crown Yellow and delicious. [2] I was reading Leaves of Grass…
LIGHTS UP. A small, bland waiting room. Used furniture. Old magazines. Bad carpet. Weird paintings. Plastic plants. Muted Muzak. A middle-aged lady, Claire, sits looking a bit shocked and confused. There’s a knock at the door and a young man enters. It’s Steve. He looks like a Jehovah’s Witness with a clipboard, pen and white walkie-talkie clipped to his belt.…
Peter Sands was first commissioned by the BBC in London for his original screenplay The Spiral. He wrote Undertow and Visions In The Fire and wrote and directed the Academy Awards® qualifying short, Blacktop Afternoon. Peter’s writing credits include SyFy’s The Secret Adventures of Jules Verne, Girl On A Train, The Other Day and most recently the story for Take…