Father – By Blaze Minevski
Translated from Macedonian by Elizabeta Bakovska
Now there are many people that write about what happened in our time, but only the two of us...
The Last Stop – By Richard E Schell
I fight to control my fears, the fears and thoughts that began the day when all things changed the world forever. With many miles...
Workday – By Tim Bemis
Everyone knows a voice is easier to fire than a face. Tuzi was at home waiting for his cable appointment when he received the...
James Willis – By Marc Isaac Potter
Author's note: I really feel as though ...what I can contribute is exploration of themes related to mental illnesses.such as what is mental illness in...
The Last Matinee – By James Gering
Davey lay on the road under the lights, green, orange, red, green, orange, his cheek on the grittyasphalt, his limbs hinged at weird angles....
Hsi-wei and the Fall of the Sui – By Robert Wexelblatt
The two weeks the Tang minister Fang Xuan-ling stole from his work in the capital to visit the poet/peasant Chen Hsi-wei in Chiangling were...
The Luthiers – By Joe Ducato
Fog settled over the water. At the wharf, men in beach chairs watched. Sometimes they called themselves The Guardians of the Sea. Other times...
Revenge – By Blaze Minevski
Translated from Macedonian by Elizabeta Bakovska
The delivery of the last falcon for the sultan was late for almost three full years. Although Davidov, limping...
Sunday Brunch with the World Maker- By Stefan Stenudd
(Below is a chapter from Sunday Brunch with the World Maker)
Elusive Life
I wouldn’t mind at all listening to some of Cael’s love stories, but I...
Soil – By Blaze Minevski
Translated from Macedonian by Elizabeta Bakovska
My brother loved to eat soil, and I had to watch that he didn’t: do not let...
