Her hands quiver
from sustained pressing of the beads.
When her voice starts to rise,
the light of the kerosene lamp amplifies
from an entirely lambent glow,
illuminating the...
He Thinks Sounds Succumb to Extinction
Perhaps he no longer
gives the same attention
to the sounds that once
fed his senses:
like the inconsolable
sounds of waves through
an empty...
They start when the sunlight isstill soft. They wear their sarok, farm’subiquitous item. From afar, theylook like banana plants that sag at the weightof...
Coming this Feb. 14, Valentine’s Day!!!
Catch the February 2023 issue of the Graphic Reader, featuring
SHORT STORIES
* Caught in the Eye of Durarakit by Richard...
Last night, she mumbled a brief prayer.Brief because her God hates verboseprayer. She prayed for abundance.This morning, she woke upto the early gossip of...