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About the Future of the Site

By David Castro

We have been working on this site for two years now, and it has been a blast. Being a home for new and upcoming writers is something that I, myself, have wanted to do for a lifetime. Which is why the next thing I have to say is hard.

Both of our work lives have grown to the point where we don’t have a lot of free time life for other projects, including this one, and thus, we are putting the site on indefinite hiatus. If or when we have the time to commit to this project fully, we will open back up, but until then, we will not be taking anymore submissions.

Posts that are already queued to post will continue to be posted until they run out. If you have a piece that was due to post but wasn’t, we are sorry. If or when we start up again, those pieces will get priority to be published before new submissions.

We thank you for following us, for submitting your work with us, and for taking this journey with us. We hope we are able to start it up again. Please check out our featured authors and follow them, we know that they are going to do big things. Here’s to seeing you all again.

Lethal Love Letters 6

Dear Heroin,
How could you do this?
I can’t even breathe
It’s like I am dying
I can’t think
I can’t see
Save me from dying
I scream right out loud
I see all the faces
But you stand out in the crowd
I muster the strength to try to get up and just leave
But it’s like without you
I can’t even breathe!
So I fall down to my feet
And I beg for some mercy
But, it’s like I am stuck
Or like somebody has cursed me
Who now can save me
From this cycle of destruction?
From this world that I now live in
And, I just keep getting stuck in
Goodbye Heroin, please don’t reply.
Goodbye Heroin, I don’t want to die.
Nicole D’Settēmi

Nicole is the author of Addictarium: A Heroin Abuse & Recovery Memoir. She is currently living in upstate New York, and is also the author of multiple pieces of lyric poetry, and other writing endeavors. In her spare time she runs a creative design firm, assisting others in need of artistic direction digitally. She loves painting, sketching, and reading when she isn’t busy working on her novels.

A Night’s Tale

wonder how many times i exhale a breath,
like a sword–slicing up the breeze
then. mete out to the surface faintly
utmost quietly.

 

dear, the lantern dazing a twinkling light
its gloom can’t be read; in darkness embedded
an ancient of silence so fond of recording sounds
from a century panting-hymning the sky’s psalms
smoothing stillness, hushing up meaning
creating a distance between you–me, till our eyes
unable to touch sight, even no more
unable to grasp lght.

 

“from the slices of breeze i have executed,
only sign language is being picked not
been assessed by thee of its howling…”

 

(and like yesterday, dear;
the breeze and night are still singing majnun’s qasidah
through the breath of nafs: heart.)
–Noor Aisya Buang

Aisya has been writing poems since 2011. Her poems and short stories have been published in Singapore, Malaysia and Indonesia newspapers. Her first poetry book Kastil Aisya (Aisya’s Castle)  has won book prize in Malay Literary Award, Singapore 2015 and shortlisted for Singapore Literature Prize 2016. Her second Malay poetry book Cahaya Dalam Sunyi (Light in Loneliness) has been published recently. She is now in preparation to translate her poems in English and publishing her first Malay short stories. She can be reached through email kastialaisya@gmail.com

Lethal Love Letters 5

Dear Heroin,
How could you do this?
I can’t even breathe
It’s like I am dying
I can’t think
I can’t see
Save me from dying
I scream right out loud
I see all the faces
But you stand out in the crowd
I muster the strength to try to get up and just leave
But it’s like without you
I can’t even breathe!
So I fall down to my feet
And I beg for some mercy
But, it’s like I am stuck
Or like somebody has cursed me
Who now can save me
From this cycle of destruction?
From this world that I now live in
And, I just keep getting stuck in
Goodbye Heroin, please don’t reply.
Goodbye Heroin, I don’t want to die.
Nicole D’Settēmi

Nicole is the author of Addictarium: A Heroin Abuse & Recovery Memoir. She is currently living in upstate New York, and is also the author of multiple pieces of lyric poetry, and other writing endeavors. In her spare time she runs a creative design firm, assisting others in need of artistic direction digitally. She loves painting, sketching, and reading when she isn’t busy working on her novels.

Lethal Love Letters 4

Dear Nicole,
Welcome my child!
You are now my possession!
The demon’s within you-
I will be your obsession
Exorcism is not
Even an OPTION
You’re stuck with me now
And, I just can’t be forgotten
I seep through your veins
I claw at your skin
You can fight the battle
But, you will NEVER win!
When you think that it’s over
And, you think that you’ve won
You will find out my dear
That the battle’s just begun
A fight to the death
As I take over your soul
With me in your system
I am all that you’ll know
I’ll rape you of everything
That you thought you knew
I’ll brainwash your mind
And, you won’t have a clue
You’ll be left in a corner
Of darkness and grief
I’ll be your religion
Your one and only true belief
Here I am child
And, now you are my whore,
As I patiently sit
Waiting at your door.
Once again it’s Heroin, forevermore.
Nicole D’Settēmi

Nicole is the author of Addictarium: A Heroin Abuse & Recovery Memoir. She is currently living in upstate New York, and is also the author of multiple pieces of lyric poetry, and other writing endeavors. In her spare time she runs a creative design firm, assisting others in need of artistic direction digitally. She loves painting, sketching, and reading when she isn’t busy working on her novels.

Dining with the Dead

This is where i have come to dine.
Postmortem hanging on the menu.
A plenipotentiary of the services of worms.
Hot chitter chatter
Of stern looking trolls, pervade the enclave.
They belched after a meal of death.
Yawned and belched again, a fever in Yiddish.
Gazed at me, a clandestine intruder.
No chatter of humans, but muted conversations
Of mouth less ghosts.
Gastric acid running at the guts.
Then I knew it was the wrong company.

–Eddie Awusi

Eddie is a Nigerian writer of Isoko extraction. He graduated from the prestigious Delta state university, Abraka, in 2007, where, he got a Bachelor of Arts degree in English and Literature. He has been published in Dissident Voice, The Australian Times, Tuck Magazine and other numerous magazines and anthologies. The pen and paper are his playmates.