Black Sea Joe Pesci by Harvey Burgess

Like all celebrity doppelgangers, he looks instantly familiar. But you can’t possibly know him, a coach driver operating between the Turkish black sea cities of Trabzon and Giresun. Decidedly edgy, he is a whirr of staccato, piscine-type movements; wiry, round-shouldered, pasty-faced, gelled jet black hair, side-burns. When his eyes connect momentarily with yours, you can feel the force of his personality. The old cliché about dark alleys at night immediately comes to mind.... Read More

Take the Next Exit for Love by Darren Simpson

When Freddie woke up he did the same as he did every morning. He rolled onto his side, opened his eyes to the brilliant sea, then curled up and retched miserably into the sand. When he felt ready, he dragged himself to the palm tree which propped up his shelter, took his Swiss Army knife from his pocket and carved another notch into its bark. Another notch. One of many, many notches. He didn’t have the will to count them closely, but he estimated he’d been on the island for... Read More

Pass This On by Kevin Tosca

 Giselle boarded the normal bus at the normal hour. The 201. It was crowded and she eased her way to the center of the aisle, as far back as she could go. The bus smelled like sweat and cabbage. It was noisy. She pushed the play button of her MP3 player and tried not to step on feet or touch shoulders. When the bus stopped at the next stop, a man tapped her on the shoulder. She paused her music and he apologetically informed her that a man–he pointed to a huge, well-dressed... Read More

Seiko’s Minor God by Justin Lau

Every time Naoko stepped onto a plane for holiday, she felt like a god. Ideally, she would be a minor deity with negligible influence so that no one would lament her absence or scold her for shirking her divine duties. Flying tens of thousands of feet up in the air, she felt like a modern-day Amaterasu, granted the privilege of transcending time and political boundaries set by man in a pathetic attempt to control nature. Then again, a friend indifferently pointed out, human hands... Read More

The Brain Drain by Chandramohan S.

A screensaver On the apple laptop of a tech grad, A blonde in bikini, The dollar symbol hides her delta of Venus As if an apple peeled itself. His eyes Burn the midnight oil Searching across oceans For the Green card The G spot of hers. Chandramohan S. is an English poet based in India. His poems reflect the socio-political struggles of the marginalized , the working class and the nomadic  outcasts  of the World who are victimized and then forgotten as nations clash and wage... Read More

The Haircut by Sarah Fletcher

Tired of being taken for a Prophet, tired of women throwing him their rosaries,  he cut his hair,    and walked to the local barbershop,  hoping he’d leave it a new man,  but not a saved one.   The receptionist asked beforehand if she could save his locks  to use as relics once he died.    We must put Rusty’s Barbers on the map again! she said.  Think of the money spent on pilgrimages!   And while a woman washed his hair into a lather, he saw her eyeing his palms... Read More