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Willing hostages held captive
to electronic displays…
blue light addiction
persuades the cunning fog
of Stockholm syndrome…
After all the world’s a stage
as actors play their parts.

We wait with baited breath
for the latest blather
from mindless legends…
content with
the blind leading the blind.

Meanwhile this planet’s…


One person’s struggle to discern how healthy adjustments in personal space and human touch shapes survival.

Max Rockatansky

Hugs and handshakes were once energizing ways I received and displayed affection. For me physical touch had always been a primary language of love. At least until it wasn’t. Covid-19 reduced physical contact to a wave from six feet or more, or the occasional daring elbow bump. The definition of…


Paul Einerhand

Jake sat on the back porch steps wearing only his Fruit of the Loom boxers. He loaded the 12 gauge with buckshot shells. A small boombox played Love Shack by the B-52’s and a crack in the speaker distorted every bass note of the dance song. He didn’t care. It…


Blessing Ri

A short story by Paul S. Markle

Silas sat on his back porch listening to a Mockingbird whistle and chirp in the back yard. The smell of fresh cut grass hung in the breeze. His new neighbor Ted had just finished mowing. He used one of those quiet battery powered models. A gust of wind skirted through…


Yohann LIBOT

Pandemic’s tension
once simmering on the horizon.
A haunting annoyance
that seemed far, far away
suddenly becomes the elephant
in the living room of our hearts and minds.
Trumpeting trauma while
fanning flames of burning hope
into smoldering despair.

Survival requires discovering actions
hell bent on distraction.
Searching for hocus pocus…


lounis production from Pixabay

A prequel to Amber the Third

Keenan studied Lacy in black lingerie lying on his couch. She remained silent with her arms crossed emphasizing her voluptuous cleavage. Staring at him with indigo eyes, she cast a suggestive smile into the living room. He glared at her and snorted. Lacy’s seductive expression remained pasted on her face.

Paul S Markle

Wordsmith Apprentice studying under this collective community genius. Writer of short fiction, poetry, etc. Former head shrinker, current equine coach…

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