ALL THE FLICKERING SHADOWS (Episode 1)| by Steve Carr

Before the sun had risen Jacob heard the prowler shuffling through the brittle leaves. That sound and a warm breeze floated in through the open window by his bedside. He pushed aside the sheer white curtain that was yellowing with age and searched the darkness. The crackling of the leaves being crushed under foot reverberated…

Save my Soul (Episode 9) | by Oyelude Yetunde

“So that concludes it for today. We will meet again tomorrow. Make sure you guys finish up your ‘Purple Hibiscus’ by tomorrow. No excuses. I want full summary of the remaining chapters. Good day.” Mr. Lucas said, as he bade to leave the classroom. Their Literature class was over. Abeebat sighed after their teacher was…

Save My Soul (Episode 7) by Yetunde Oyelude

    “What did you just say?” Kamil thundered again, feeling the bolts in his head jolt loose and his sanity falling apart like the drop of a porcelain vase on tiled floor. Abeebat tilted her head high, standing her ground. “You heard me the first time.” She could see she had succeeded in driving…

Save My Soul (Episode 6) by Oyelude Yetunde

            ************** The break time had seen most of the students vacate the classroom, rendering it almost empty. Abeebat stood up from her desk now, quickly tucking the notes she had been copying into her bag. She had to go join Bimbo at the cafeteria. Her stomach was rumbling and the break was almost over….

SERIES: Save My Soul (Episode 4) | by Oyelude Yetunde

The girls went on to turn a corner that led to the back of their school building and before them, stood a vast field, carpeted with dirt stained grasses and all sort of junk, ranging from biscuit & sweet wraps, empty plastic drink bottles, and what-have-you. Flies ravaged the place which also smelled like it…

THE PLATTE RIVER STORY | by Steve Carr

Tom Edward was his name. It was right there on the driver’s license, Tom Edward Stamson. He didn’t remember being called Tom or Edward, but only Tom Edward. He didn’t remember much, at least not much about himself, but he remembered people calling him Tom Edward. He also didn’t remember Pierre, South Dakota, or Church…

SERIES: Save My Soul(Episode 2) | by Yetunde Oyelude 

“I will never accept this! No, not from some little proud girl! Who on earth does she think she is! Huh?!” Dimeji was pacing back and forth, ranting and raving in front of his friends. He was panting so hard, finding it difficult to regulate his breaths. “I’m gonna deal with that crazy girl!”  …

KARMA | by Makinde Damilola Peter 

A lofty idea burrowed her thoughts, clouding the flowery memories which now served thorns churning pain and regret. The skin of her eyelids had shrunk, red from the incessant flow from her sockets. Goosebumps suddenly sprouted and tickled through her body, while her pale face gradually turned slyly gay. She reached for her moist face…

​MEN IN TREES | by Steve Carr

It took a while for Dave to become fully awake. He drifted in and out of sleep, going back and forth between the worlds of incoherent dreams and consciousness, until at last he opened his eyes and stared at the hairline crack across the ceiling. The crack looked longer than it had been when he…

The Trio That Should Have Reshaped Jazz | by Scott Archer Jones

On the seafloor of the Stockholm archipelago near Ingarö the tides swept a body not yet dead back and forth, in eddies of dust that tornadoed up into black, cold water. Jazz had missed its chance again. Each decade gifted people kick jazz down the road like a can, people like Joshua Redman, Nicholas Payton,…

​Passing It On | by Pam Munter 

The night club is dark and seedy, but I can easily identify the bones of what was once reputedly a hot spot for the Rat Pack in the 1960s here in Palm Springs.  An alleged quote from Frank Sinatra covers much of one wall, meant to evoke a different era: “Alcohol may be man’s worst…

SERIES: NO PLACE LEFT TO GO | by Thomas Elson (​EPISODE 2)

Tuesday morning. As soon as Dan Bierley received his temporary judicial assignment in the marital division of the Ninnescah County District Court, he requested the Police Chief – whom he had known each other since grade school, and had a hard time not calling him Dennis – to fax all police reports on missing persons…

SEVENTEEN TATTOOS | by Bliss Oyindamola Akinyemi 

The night I turned seventeen was the night I got my first set of tattoos, although I had secretly nursed the idea before then. However, six months to my seventeenth birthday, it waxed stronger and did not wane. On a sunny afternoon six months to my seventeenth birthday, my girlfriend stopped by my hostel while…

Back Then and Write Now | by Donal Mahoney

When I began writing in 1960, there were no website “magazines.” Print journals were the only place to have poems published. Writers used typewriters, carbon paper, a white potion to cover up mistakes and “snail mail” to prepare and submit poems for publication. Monday through Friday I’d work at my day job. Weekends I’d spend…

Landscape With Frogs | by Steve Carr

My hand lifts the brush from the palette to the canvas, flicking the tip covered with bright orange oil paint on the prairie of bright golden yellow grass. I stand back and observe it, squinting my eyes as if the sunlight in the scene is causing me to do so, and tilt my head, listening…