Confessions* by Isaac Randel

The Concorde jets used to fly at 60,000 feet and saw the curvature of the Earth beneath them and the black of ancient Chaos above and they might have been forgiven for thinking themselves the carriages of Helios, or as near to them as we might ever build, we flying apes; but this 737 only […]

Acceptance (a prose poem)* by Jared Baly

Every day is a winding road, yet every night is a dream come true. The shy introvert can reveal his true self in the darkness, free from judgment and prejudice. The moon in the sky brings joy to a less fortunate soul, allowing him to express the true colors beneath his skin. Yet the sunshine […]