For Whom My Children Grieve

  The blown sand heaps on me, that none may learn Where I am laid for whom my children grieve . . . O wings that beat at dawning, ye return Out of the desert to your young at eve! – Rudyard Kipling –   Karen Knudsen Copenhagen She looks literally dead, Anna thought as…

Day of the Dead

In the Xicotencatl, somewhere in the soul-deserting streets of the Coyoacan neighbourhood, Alicia found La Santa Gula. It was the only place in the whole of Mexico City where she could hope to speak Maltese. Her Spanish was pitiful, lazy, and speaking it elicited painful memories that used to be happy. No: she changed too…

Episode 75: Be Just Like Him

Originally posted on No Extra Words:
No one knows life in the ring like “The Undercard.” By David Whippman, copyright 2000, used with permission. Read David’s bio. “First a Woman Then a Man” is a fictional story about the real-life Guevedoce of the Dominican Republic. By Justin Fenech, copyright 2016, used with permission.Visit Justin’s website…

Meet Episode 75 Contributor Justin Fenech

Originally posted on No Extra Words:
Justin Fenech is an author from the Mediterranean island of Malta. He is the author of the novel Too Many Sparrows In Zaragoza and several short stories published in local and international reviews. He is also a travel writer and tour guide whose literature is inspired by the lows…

Don’t Forget The Happiness Part – Farewell 2016

Quotes from my writing 2016   So long as we are dying, we all return to the thing that kills us. Because that’s where we’re truly happy. The Shadows Of Paradise   But then again, only people under siege could know the meaning of happiness! White Clouds Of Mourning   When the Fernet Branca came,…

Impressions

  Man Dying   The ECG monitor is like rain. Every bleep, every patter, is a bit of heaven crashing down on the sullied pavement. He looks around and feels something hard and immovable in his throat. How long had it been there? Was it lying there in wait all those years as he sang,…