Grabes’ Greenhouse – Pt. 4
December 19, 2018
A continuation of the serial fiction, Grabes' Greenhouse, by Adam Albaari.
Tag: New Orleans Creative writing
An Afterbirth — Some Scribbles
November 14, 2018
Maybe it wasn’t happenstance. People are not strangers to the circumstances. She did not just happen to be chilled, frozen there in a coarsening shell of shame and fear.
Huntington – Part 1
November 7, 2018
The cobblestone driveway of Andrew Han’s home was littered with skid-marks. The comings-and-goings of his various clients and employees carved a physical imprint on his otherwise impressive estate. From his office window, he could see the entire cul-de-sac before him, and clearly spot any on-coming visitors from a significant distance away.
Microvilli
October 31, 2018
Join this week's featured fiction writer, Camille as she explores the horrors of Radiation on the human body and psyche.
Crescent Calling
October 17, 2018
Because there was fracture and friction, I sang. Caught in a prism of pastel pains, punctured through and through with dull threaded needles of dread and suffering, a product of the nimble fingers of sinners seeking absolution, a patchwork child. I remember the soft, gentle ache of a sad thing, the warm shadows of mourning […]
‘Lectric Water Fish
October 10, 2018
Ztu Taylor shares an original short story as part of Big Easy's literary Wednesdays.
Unrequited Love Prayer
October 10, 2018
It often seems in life, Beauty is terribly outweighed by pain. Love is only met with strife, And getting up each day is a strain. It seems like people are shit, And God and Hope are lies. Like trust is a joke, And our only purpose is to die. But every once in a while […]
Tangible Voids
October 3, 2018
For even one moment the birds stopped cackling The bugs went to sleep The dogs all sat and listened The silence of an empty mind The echo of a soul gone sad It passed through windswept streets snow blown against warm panes People in chairs and couches huddled close to crackling fires The void of […]
The Fog
October 3, 2018
Come autumn and the edges of things would coarsen and go brittle thin with the cold. The downy milkweeds and fleshy mosses took on a lustrous, metallic sheen, and the tips of our eyelashes would snap and blanket our pillows like brown evergreen needles on snow. Blackened branches scratched silently across bright, chalky skies. Ours […]
To Love, To Let Her Be
September 19, 2018
Do the romance thing whether autumn or spring whichever suits your aesthetic. Remember though, harsher conditions do follow and they may become unbearable. That is called selfishness and lack of trust. The jasmine won’t bloom for your desires, yet she will to evolve for her. Therefore, with or without you, A deserving romance with much […]
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