ISSUE #10

Two Poems Lauren Camp what if heaven exists and it is  Harnidh Kaur Headboard Paul…

Credo to Leave by JK Anowe

Do not believe what you see on TV   I’m so afraid of being happy it is the closest thing to shame   ……………The world would still have itself   All noise…

The Collector by Cat Pritchard

“Observe the detail in the headboards. Handcrafted by orphans. All dead now.” Sarah paused to let her client soak it all in. “And the bed frames. Rare Ebony from Madagascar. Almost extinct.…

1 Shares

Plan D by Neil Krolicki

Don’t talk to me about cruel, okay? What’s Nazi-surgeon cruel is having to string up a fake smile for the Thanksgiving portrait we take every year. Pearly whites mashed with rage till…

1 Shares

Two Poems by Nandini Dhar

Canticle This city’s neon-crafted eucalyptus branches are spears in the sparrow’s eyes. A walled villa whose mistress can’t remember anything other than her own childhood, a highrise-sized fiberglass sunflower adorns its manicured…

Collapses of Breath by Robbie Coburn

Riddled with distance……cannot remember the momentary framing of time without this connection the day palls itself against thoughts consistent drive as the imagination preys on the senses……unceasing recollection again emerges……restrictions pulse along…

Seamstress by Gale Acuff

…………………….. ….. Xuzhou, Jiangsu, China New trousers. I wear them when I walk to the noodle diner. Old wine in new skins but they don’t rip until I sit down. Right up the seam…

My Papa Was a Shoe Salesman by Lana Lubbe

Johnny ‘No-Questions’ Feretti enters the ristorante. It’s a sombre scene, the heavy curtains drawn and the establishment empty, except for one figure sitting in the far corner. “Don Corlione,” Johnny says as…

6 Shares

Headboard by Paul Behrens

The walls are supposed to have ears, but it’s the beds who hold the stories. The wooden bed that came with the old house he purchased was no exception, the signs were…

2 Shares

Two Poems by Lauren Camp

Much   On that side of the country, we stayed in a home where everyone was happiest. Everyone played with their hair, talked, interrupted, needed minutes of feet in the water. Needed…

ISSUE #9

FICTION: Ships In High Transit by Binyavanga Wainaina Short Story Day Africa’s #WriterPrompt in 250 Words Now That You Are Black In America by Emeka Chinagorom The Market by Ifediba Zube Midnight Things by Onthatile…

SUBSCRIBE

Subscribe now to get notified about exclusive offers from The Voux every week!