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We drift between our areola outlined pupils expanding with flickers of artificial sunshine in Third Ward where the dead are buried in gun cartridges…
We drift between our areola outlined pupils expanding with flickers of artificial sunshine in Third Ward where the dead are buried in gun cartridges…
An ounce of prevention is worth a pound—or, in some cases, several hundred—of cure. This age-old-adage is the cornerstone of Alex Nedvetsky’s self-help health book…
I’m pleased to announce the release of Issue 2 of the Dreamers Magazine. In this issue you’ll find an exclusive interview with Steven Heighton…
I’m pleased to announce the launch of the first ever Dreamers anthology. The Dreamers anthology contains all 119 poems, stories and essays…
I’m a boy.
I take tentative, soundless steps across the oak floor towards him. My muscles feel limp. y gaze finds everything – the blue armchair he’s seated in…
Adele had known the man whose body was found nestled among the bags of expired bread behind the 7-11. His name had been…
The Idea of North came to mind when I began reading Laurelyn Whitt’s poems in Adagio for the Horizon. The videos about the North…
“I am so broken,” you say. Raising my head, I am struck by this new look in your eyes. Mesmerized, I don’t even wonder as…
Writing is dangerous. It’s a broken bone mended wrong. A healing scab you pick until it bleeds. It opens wounds and forgets how to close them. Instead, leaves it gaping.