(2 minute read) by Daniel Tierney (U.S.A) The phone in the next apartment had been ringing for hours. It seemed to be coming from through the wall behind her bed. The ringing would reach ten, then stop. After a few seconds it would begin again, over and over. She felt herself about to scream with …
(4 minute read) by Peter McAllister (U.K) Strip lights hum overhead. The familiar blue linoleum beckons me back, past taunting windows and through double doors which shield me temporarily from my nightmare. Why don’t they put plants in here? Something living, thriving. The plastic cup I’m holding, limp from heat, exudes the disappointing acridity of …
(Pocket Poetry) by Jane Seabrook (U.K) Minute by minute and hour by hour You carried me through the day. By sheer force of will and determination We kept the darkness at bay. It was a day to hope for a better future, A day to try and leave the past behind. For I am sick …
(5 minute read) by Sara Quayle (U.S.A) What are you doing Jack? says Mother. If you fall out that window the only thing that will break your fall is the pricker bushes. Oh nothing, I say. Just looking out. Well, get away from there right now, Jackson Smith Emerson! Mother doesn’t know about the Wind. …
(Pocket Poetry) by D Larissa Peters (U.S.A) Copyright © 2022 – D Larissa Peters. All rights reserved. About the Author D Larissa Peters D Larissa Peters grew up in Indonesia. Somewhat of a nomad, she meandered around the East Coast for more than 10 years before she moved to California—in the middle of a …
(5 minute read) by Megan Diedericks (South Africa) Alma lifted her head, the teacup remained steaming. She pushed her foggy glasses to the top of her head. She placed the reddened knife next to the plate, taking the toast and clenching her teeth down onto it. The strawberry jam plopped onto her shirt, she sighed. …
(5 minute read) by Peter Stavros (U.S.A) “I just need to be by the water,” Sadie says as we sit out on the patio, after dinner and our evening walk, watching the burnt orange sun descend beyond the wavering elm trees that separate our property from our neighbor’s. “That’s all I need—just the water.” Sadie’s …
(20 minute read) by Donna Graves (U.S.A) Nicole, Alex, and the baby would be somewhere in the Midwest now. They’d left California while the air—deceivingly fresh and cool—gave no hint that blistering triple digits, so normal now, would hit by afternoon. Pam was angry. Too much had happened. Too much had gone wrong. When she’d …
(Pocket Poetry) by Tray Morgan (U.K) Copyright © 2022 – Tray Morgan. All rights reserved. About the Author Tray Morgan A head bursting with ideas Tray daydreams and talks to herself pretty much every day and writes to give it all structure and a platform. She writes to heal and connect: poetry, speculative fiction, …
(Pocket Poetry) by Ralph Dranow (U.S.A) I reach in to grasp the voluptuous yellow flare rose at the rose garden, anticipating its intoxicating fragrance. My finger recoils, pricked by a thorn, inflicting a sharp pain, a sliver of blood, hurt pride. A teachable moment: You’re standing on sacred ground. Take off your shoes. You’re being …
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