by Daniel Naawenkangua Abukuri The mower’s teeth are sleeping in the shed. Today, I pull weeds by hand, small murders of green, roots snapping like bone. Mockingbirds jeer from the neighbor’s elm. I don’t speak. I owe the quiet something. This house has known too many names, some given kindly, some carved in spit. […]
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by Irina Vérène spring is coming with a strawberry in the mouth whipped cream skin and sparkling sugar eyes plump lips overflowing red, stained with a passion too fervent for a fragile flower pinprick blood-point juice drop tongue too sharp to be sweet as the nectar bees crave cutting-edge teeth tearing through soft flesh bites
by Sampurna Chakraborty She rose up from the ashes, Anointed and clean. Life’s eternal glory unfurled, Breathed and set out to dream. She sniffed the rapid air, And walked the burning land, She looked up and sighed, At the tainted hues of the sky. She knelt upon the barren land, And embraced its
by Mark Blickley Corporal Toby Weydig was lazy. Some people might think of him as a good person or a bad person, but everyone acquainted with Corporal Weydig would agree that he was extremely indolent. In May of 1970, Toby was discharged from the Army after honorably completing his two year draft obligation. Although Toby’s
In a climate that has been rocked by turmoil, we hope that Twin Flame Literary offers our readers a concoction of thoughtful consideration and intellectual curiosity. This issue, we’ve selected works from 27 amazing writers and poets – pieces that made us sit up straighter, shed tears, and slump down in grief. Thank you again
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by Mark Kline She leaves the front door wide open. The snow cover is thin and patchy, her slippered feet seek grass. The corner streetlight is pitifully weak, yet she squints and turns away from its needle-like violet aura – how will she ever find Billy out here? He’ll freeze, and her dear children, and
by Bett Butler The young girl’s sandals slap the buckled sidewalks of Wesley Street. She feels silly and conspicuous in her grandmother’s sun hat, the sweatband stained blue-black by hair dye and perspiration. Stiff from decades of blackland prairie summers, the straw crown swallows her head like an overturned bowl, hot and heavy on her
by Janet Goldberg We’d been playing for two hours. Texas Hold ’Em. Five Card Draw. Seven Card Stud. Chicago. From my childhood, I knew the names well enough, my father a long-time gambler, but I was hardly an expert. All I really knew was that it was a loser’s game, my father ending up in
by Craig Borri The first thing Manuel noticed was the lack of pain. This pleasantly surprised him. The next thing he noticed was he was walking. This was also a surprise, since he hadn’t been able to do that for nearly a year. Then another surprise, he realized he was wearing his old SEAL uniform
by Robert Runté So, Mr. Shakey came over the intercom saying it was 2:03 and would all the teachers stop whatever they were doing and please water the plants? As Mrs. Harness went for the door, Bethany-Anne reached over from her desk and peeked out under the shutters. Mr. Shakey? Oh, sorry. Mr. Sheckley, the