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Poetry
R.M. Engelhardt
The Absolute . The Infinite . The Unending Moment . The Essence Of Non- Being . The Void . A gratuitous Nothing...

Short Fiction
Gary Grace
So Five Card is my favourite game to play. This is mainly because I don’t have the patience for hold’em. There’s too much waffling and waiting. The flop, the turn and the river makes me want to drown in one. That...

Politics
Mark Tweedy
Since journalists overwhelmingly rely on the voices of elites, elites have a disproportionate influence on the media agenda, acting as the ‘primary definers’ who set the framework of interpretation against which all subsequent voices are forced to insert themselves. While voices on...

Poetry
Alisa Velaj
THE CHILD, THE CROWD AND THE PEACOCK . Etude 1 . On the Carnival Day, People walk through the city In the company of a Peacock. . Beings of various kinds, Their minds blissful, Their faces cheerful With Peacock Colours. . Etude 2 . Stepping on the Peacock Tail, The Child becomes a little...

Serial Fiction
Bryan Higby and Ricky D. Snyder
Chapter Four Miles Schakowsky was punching the clock, about an hour and a half late, at The CarLowDen Animal Control Department when he heard the telephone ring in the front office. That asshole Bernie had probably skipped out...

Poetry
George Anderson
BLACK T-SHIRT . A young woman with multiple silver eye-brow studs . waits in line for a health shake. . She wears a black t-shirt with bold white writing and smiling, turns to face me: . YOU INSPIRE MY INNER SERIAL KILLER ...

Daniel Wade
Short Fiction
Visitors are to be warned about the island of Inish-Selskar. Lurking firm and unbeaten by the storms and rogue waves of the pitiless Atlantic seaboard, it is located twenty miles northwest of the Inishowen Peninsula in Donegal, its steep, overhanging sea-cliffs...