Sage

Mattias Monde Beyazit National Library – Istanbul I first encountered the Collected Poems of Sage Meyve several years ago while researching the Selim II Caliphate at the Beyazit National Library…

Grocery Store Blues

Diane Payne Norma stands there, not exactly caressing the mango, more smelling the mango while giving it a little squeeze here and there. “Hard to know which mango to buy,”…

Aqueb Safwan Jaser

Aqueb Safwan Jaser Tareq often missed his childhood. He missed the plucking of lavender from the field, he missed flying vibrant colored kites in the sky and he missed making…

Between Meetings

JBMulligan Martin couldn’t remember who his first real protégé had been. They called it mentoring now, but that didn’t change things. Was it Tony, sitting across the table from him,…

Sleeping Beaten

Melisscious Moose A name wasn’t what they called me.What they called me identified me by the colour of my skin.The colour of mud. The colour of faded, lead-based paint.The paint…