The Dark

The Dark

THE DARK By Robin Corak I am afraid,” the little girl whispered, as she shuddered and backed away. “But whatever is there to be afraid of?” asked the old woman. The little girl could not see the old woman but could hear her voice as if from far away. “The dark…I am afraid of the…

Taking Form

Taking Form

By Robin Corak  I am like water. I touch and am touched by or feel in some way, shape, or form, everything and everyone I come into contact with. I run deep and I can be unpredictable. Sometimes I am still and silent, with an energy that nurtures and accepts. I move slowly in that…

Calling the Barge–Poetic Reflection
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Calling the Barge–Poetic Reflection

by Laura Violet Rimola (translated from Italian by Alessandro Zabini) A tinkle rustles through the gloaming mists and comes to the farthest shores, calling the Barge of the deep Journey. Silently comes the Barge, gliding over the waters, coming close to the shingle, calling us aboard it, and we sit down inside it… It’s empty….