How do you call yourselfwhen no one, not even you,listens?
Where do you find the wordswhen everything escapes yourthoughts?
What stories come to lifewhen images are...
“They’re still having a meeting. You can sit here,” a friendly woman offered me the plastic monoblock chair beside her. I couldn’t tell her age. Her voice sounded like she was in her early thirties, although her coarse skin and hunched posture told me otherwise. But I said friendly, because her eyes told me she was smiling despite the face mask covering half her face. Also, she was the only one who greeted me and gave an explanation why even though the hallway was full of people waiting, no one was coming out of the office to talk to any of us.
I was careless to let the small house gecko fall from my hands, and my heart sank to see the creature torn into two. Its own tail wagging on the ground, opposite the head! “I’m sorry!”
I buy the morning paper at night,close to midnight when the pavementsbreathe freely. I’m like a brisk walker aimingfor less calorie. Everything is availableon...
Edited by multi-awarded poet and essayist Marra PL. Lanot
Featuring:
SHORT STORIES
"Patch of Green" by I.S.A. Crisostomo-Lopez
“When Words Fail” by Melissa Salva
“Time for Tattoos” by Richard...