by Yonatan Schlager
PART I: The shining sun spread its splendor, gracing the countryside with its brilliant rays. Aven bathed in it atop the treeless hill, his green eyes alight. The wind rustled the rolling grass, brushing against Aven’s bare ankles as he whisked around the hill. He had always liked that feeling. His father walked on ahead, silhouetted by the ever still sun. Below sprawled the Great Wharf, where his city’s warships swayed. Their brilliant satin blue and gold banners billowed… READ MORE
by Jacob Jablonka
I do not recall falling asleep, but here I am, all the same, in this world where the ground is scarlet and indistinct like an impressionist sunset, the people are sewn silent and gray, and the sky is nothing. From place to place I wander, never tiring nor waking. Alone and Quiet. Searching for the horizon dawn.
Amidst the wastes and muted masses there stands a single stone. Upon its face is thus engraved: O Scarlet Dreamer, who has stumbled so far, know that you will stumble on.
A Reader’s Wish
by: Rebecca Quintas
I have never visited Narnia
Or was told I was a witch
There are no worlds in my wardrobe And I’ll never swish and flick
by Yitzy Richter
“Well hello there! It’s been a while!”
“How are you?”
“Doing ok. And you?”
The Life You Left Behind
On brightest days I’m haunted by your ghost,
who holds my heart in her grip like a vice;
and when I think that I’ve found a cleared coast,
she morphs the soothing waters into ice.