Bryan Pender is a writer of absolutely no repute or bearing whatsoever who was born in Midland, Ontario, Canada. Currently he resides in Toronto, Ontario
Fruit Loops are never Enough by KJ Hannah Greenberg
KJ Hannah Greenberg, who only pretends at being indomitable, tramps across literary genres and giggles in her sleep. As well, she eats oatmeal and keeps company with a hibernaculum
Next Step by Inas Esse
Inas Essa is a freelance writer. Her poetry has been published in every day poems, poemhunter and Scarborough arts (big art book 2013). she studied journalism at the faculty
unspun moon by Linda M. Crate
Linda M. Crate is a Pennsylvanian native born in Pittsburgh, but she was raised in the rural town of Conneautville. She attended and graduated from Edinboro University of Pennsylvania
Why Don’t You Wish Alice a Happy Birthday? by KellyCreighton
Kelly’s work is currently and forthcoming in literary journals The Stinging Fly, Long Story Short, Wordlegs and Ink Sweat & Tears.
Gravity by Leanne Rebecca
Leanne Rebecca is a young American poet from St. Louis, MO. She received a degree in Creative Writing and Film, Television, and Interactive Media from Brandeis University
Bruised Memories by Khaula Nazir
Khaula Nazir is a student at Punjab College of Sciences. She is currently doing F.Sc with English Language, Biology, Physics and Chemistry as her main subjects. Her work is published
Fuoco by Michael Campagnoli
Michael Campagnoli has worked as a waiter, fisherman, journalist, painter, and short-order cook. He taught literature and writing at Indiana University
Lady of the Evening by Jack Peachum
Lady of the Evening by Jack Peachum She’s in her beauty tonight– and how lovely– luminous, riding high, dressed in her best yellow gown, playing the part of doting girlfriend– peeking down shyly from behind a veil of cloud! But, oh, the bitch– she’s betrayed us again – last night she was with the sun!…
The Homeless Man by Kirstin Maguire
The Homeless Man by Kirstin Maguire He uttered a quiet plea when I hopped off the commuters tube Just near the shop I was headed to for that night’s feast. But it was hard to hear him above the din of headphones and people in the street, And they all stood above him – He…