Category: creative writing
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Daytonighttoday…by G.Mramor
You are the sunrise spreading across misty heathered crests
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Just (Part 1) – Short Story by P Kim
Phillip Kim was forced to go to Boston University. He studies English Education because he wants to be a drill sergeant but he doesn’t want to join the military. He is a preschool teacher and mocks his students regularly. He writes videogame plots, slam poetry, short stories and likes cheese. READ PART 2 HEREREAD PART…
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Snapshot – Short Story by L. Breen
All of her family photos are amateur in the purest, most endearing sense, characterized by eyes squinted shut and flies shamelessly unzipped, and although the background may change – the Grand Canyon, Niagara Falls, the Lincoln Memorial — the photos come in only two standard compositions: her standing beside her mother and her standing beside…
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How To Break A Poet’s Heart – Poem by J.Gawrych
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Speak my coldness to the air…by G. Mramor
, if you ever loved me, make for me a tower, and on her weathered body with a jagged rock write Colossus, fore once I knew and once more I shall know, in her body twist a stair to heaven and there aloft plant a tree, then bring my body into her and up to…
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New Jerusalem Rising – poem submission by E Sade
Eboni Sade’ is a Jersey City, NJ native with a Bachelor of Arts degree in Communications from Howard University. She has been published in This Old House Magazine, St. Maarten’s Guide to Writing Handbook, The Amistad Journal, ImageOutWrite and Blackberry: a magazine. She is also the author of Skin to Skin. New Jerusalem Rising Mercury…
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PRESS: When You Write It, Put it In Parentheses
When You Write It, Put It In Parentheses By debuting a new literary magazine, the Boston University duo of Phillipe Chatelain (CAS ‘13) and Michael Pitter (CAS ‘12) are attempting to preserve their generation’s artistic and literary impact post Post-Modernism.
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This I have seen…by G. Mramor
You people, your beliefs are terrifying, you see skin before you look into the eyes you say other before you listen to them speak, and you bring tears to your children, fore you are a shame in your children’s eyes, they, when they have words for tears, when they have words their own, when they…
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The Sailor’s Lover – Poem by P Chatelain
The Sailor’s Lover She climbed the humid, water-beaten coastline As she did every Thursday
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Skim Milk and Doorknobs – Short Story by L. Breen
Writer’s Note: An accomplished and eloquent teacher told me that if something is worth writing, it is worth writing until you perfect it, until you believe the story as you believe your own memories. Stories, she said, are where the energy lives inside of us, and our job as writers is to find where that…
