Neetu Malik

Abyss

Abyss by Neetu Malik She opens her hands, clenched for years in tight fists like a new-born, but these fists hold no secrets of

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Poetry: Memento by Ruth Asch

By Ruth Asch Memento Mum’s broken angel old-gold fragments on the floor: no longer relic but sacred waste to be disposed of carefully –

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On Night’s Broken Stage

On Night’s Broken Stage By  Wesley Thomas Cutlip The dervish whirls— deserts fable over candles, atop mantle fires, wings for life. A salient moth

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