What comes after Post-Modernism?

  • Daytonighttoday…by G.Mramor

    Daytonighttoday…by G.Mramor

    You are the sunrise spreading across misty heathered crests

  • Points of Paradisimo by M. Pitter

    Points of Paradisimo by M. Pitter

    Various parts of our planet have been popularly dubbed beautiful, considered to be paradise, Shangri-La, the vestibules of nirvana. Narrowing our scope to the radiant oceanic scenes, we see that these places can often take mastery over a person’s pleasure principle or, at least, pull a person into a trance; and she sinks into a…

  • America, Take Two Terms and Call me in the Morning by M. Pitter

    America, Take Two Terms and Call me in the Morning by M. Pitter

    After the closely fought race for the presidency, shifty and serious all the way through, Mr. Barack Hussein Obama has been re-elected as the President of the United States of America. People everywhere rejoiced, heavily clad in an armor of Obama pins and stickers, smiling, racing to Facebook to type into their statuses:________!! Bars were…

  • Snapshot – Short Story by L. Breen

    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…

  • …by G. Mramor

    …by G. Mramor

    Cold tears, a black string of cold tears down the passing rose in your cheek, from your eyes I gather pieces I once gave memories I take back love let it numb out quickly please, Winter surrounds, a cold wind lashes yesterday’s snow across the fire burning out embers yearning for heat, across our lying quiet…

  • How To Break A Poet’s Heart – Poem by J.Gawrych

    How To Break A Poet’s Heart – Poem by J.Gawrych

  • Speak my coldness to the air…by G. Mramor

    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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