Three Poems by Connor Orrico

1 there is war in my head -- no romanticized valorous triumph just terror and violence and no place to go home to, nowhere to rest my head; within the noise I search for words to carve meaning from darkness but i am lost, wearied by the night 2 My thoughts are goblins, my thoughts … Continue reading Three Poems by Connor Orrico

Coffee and Rain

By Mehreen Ahmed As a lightning crackled, Claudia drew the curtains apart. She stood before the long French windows of her penthouse apartment and looked down at a wet alley. The cobblestones of the boulevard shone in the falling rain of dismal clouds. It hadn’t rained for days. She yawned and then she stretched. Across … Continue reading Coffee and Rain