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Sui, who?

By  Fiona Cheong It was effortless that all Sui did to exist in this time and space was to go about with her routine of peeping through the hole in the garden shed watching a gargantuan spider eat itself then regurgitate its remains to rebuild its solid shape again. This repetitive process occurred daily right on the mark three minutes after 12 p.m. No one opened this garden shed. It felt like it was intentionally locked and abandoned by its previous owners. Sui wondered if the gargantuan spider was actually putting on a show for her. Her eyes blinked...

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Perun

By  Colin Lubner The old mining tower stood like a domino, a black form with pale square window-pips, backlit by the winter dawn. Winter was ending, but still winter it was—scythed wheat stubbled fields, dirt cracked and swallowed seed—and the air was cold, and down in the city a boy shivered and stirred and his father dreamt of this lonely tower.  Down there computers blinked, and cameras waited, and old ways sank deeper.  In this mine, though, in a black passageway that had once reaped coal from the earth, the air did stir, and a candle flickered, and the...

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Under the Arch

By  Kyle Hemmings   About: Kyle Hemmings has art work in The Stray Branch, Euphenism, Uppagus, South 85 Jouranl, Black Market Lit, Sonic Boom, Snapping Twigs, Convergence and elsewhere. He loves pre-punk garage bands of the 60s, Manga comics, urban photography and French Impressionism. His latest collections of poems and prose is Future Wars from Another New Calligraphy and Split Brain on Amazon.com. If you like this, you may like Kyle’s other photo “Sun...

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Rasham’s Father

By  Mohamed Farshad  ‘It had been raining. I had just got back, all drenched and ready to hear my mother nagged for the hundredth time about me being home late from practice. But I didn’t care. Nothing mattered by that point, and my mother and time were the least of my concerns. I had my heart broken, and all I could think of was the crack left somewhere in my chest. ‘I went straight to the kitchen and didn’t bother turning on the lights. Somehow, I felt comforted by the darkness. It kind of… enveloped me. Like a hug....

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