God

Writing

Ladoos

By Anonymous

Market spices always made me feel ill. The aroma would go straight to the back of my olfactory cortex, pounding the inner walls of my head.


If We Should Need a God

By Sasha Watson

the first thing is to wait for the rain
to soften
our skin so that
might easily peel the surface
away
and still the blood stays
clinging in our veins
like the fly to
a horse
pulsing and swaying
to stay the rippling body
veins
the blood inside preserved


Unseen Hero

By JDC Resident

just

when

she

thought

no one

was

listening,

she hid

her face

behind

a mask

that she

hoped

would last.

Once

there

was a

time


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