Kali Ma. A poem by Raine Geoghegan

  Kali Ma Goddess of Transformation Kali follows me home from Ireland after an encounter on a Drama therapy course. She sits in the middle of the wooden floor with her many arms outstretched. At times she is quiet, sleeping with her three eyes open. Red bangles and jewels fall around her waist; silver bellsContinue reading “Kali Ma. A poem by Raine Geoghegan”

Spoken Word: Writing Advice with Sue Burge

  LITERARY ADVICE – JOIN THE OPEN MIC/SPOKEN WORD SCENE AND IMPROVE YOUR WORDPOWER   I’ve been reading my poems at open mic events for around seven years.  It didn’t come easily at all.  I was somewhat taken aback as in my day job I could get up and lecture over two-hundred students on theContinue reading “Spoken Word: Writing Advice with Sue Burge”

Grand Pre. A poem by Chad Norman

GRAND PRE for Jack Sears Standing beside the statue of Evangeline I get the meaning of Expulsion, without Websters or the instant ease of Google I simply placed my hand on her foot and felt the overwhelming history there. Chad Norman lives beside the high-tides of the Bay of Fundy, Truro, Nova Scotia.  He hasContinue reading “Grand Pre. A poem by Chad Norman”

The Disappeared Poet. A poem by Olga Stein

The Disappeared Poet (For all those courageous enough to stand up to tyranny, and for Mbizo Chirasha ) He is believed to have been killed by nationalist forces in the midst of the civil war in _______. She was last seen being removed from her home, accused of incitement against ________, a regime without toleranceContinue reading “The Disappeared Poet. A poem by Olga Stein”

A Review of Books. By Gordon Phinn

Books Reviewed: Glorious Birds, Heidi Greco (Anvil Press)Freedom, Sebastian Junger (Harper Collins)Letters in a Bruised Cosmos, Liz Howard (McClelland&Stewart)Postcolonial Love Poem, Natalie Diaz (Graywolf Press)Conjure, Rae Armantrout (Wesleyan University Press)Norma Jeane Baker of Troy, Anne Carson (New Directions) * I am always pleased to see small presses venture out of their established playground and Vancouver’sContinue reading “A Review of Books. By Gordon Phinn”

Richard Lambert: Literary Spotlight with Sue Burge

WORD CITY LITERARY JOURNAL – LITERARY SPOTLIGHT SEPTEMBER 2021 When I was a schoolchild I wrote short stories and always had an embryonic novel on the go but when I started writing seriously it was poetry which drew me into its web of words.  I’ve always wondered what it would be like to go backContinue reading “Richard Lambert: Literary Spotlight with Sue Burge”

The Scorpion’s Whisper. A novel excerpt by M.M. Tawfik

Novel excerpt from The Scorpion’s Whisper The Scorpion’s Whisper is a novel inspired by a desert expedition that took place in 1920 to the mysterious oasis of Kufra, deep in the Libyan Sahara. The expedition was led by an Egyptian, Hussein Bey, and an Englishwoman, Rose. In this excerpt, the foreigners’ caravan has just arrivedContinue reading “The Scorpion’s Whisper. A novel excerpt by M.M. Tawfik”

The Beautiful One Has Come. Fiction by Suzanne Kamata

The Beautiful One Has Come All night long I watch the planes crash into the twin towers.  And crash again.  The balls of fire, the plummeting bodies, the sudden sag of skyscrapers.  All night I watch the broadcasts from America on television and think of Nefertiti. This is what I know of that Egyptian queen: Continue reading “The Beautiful One Has Come. Fiction by Suzanne Kamata”

A Letter to My Readers. Fiction by Connie Woodring

A Letter to My Readers I am a writer of short stories, novels, and poetry. No thanks to my husband, Frank, who hates the fact that I write. He made me quit college to marry him so I would never land my dream job of art critic at the New York Times. He put meContinue reading “A Letter to My Readers. Fiction by Connie Woodring”

High Tea. Fiction by Eliot Hudson

High Tea “I don’t see what all the fuss is about, Archibald. This truly is the best of all possible worlds; Africa is butter upon bacon!” Reginald inspected the feast by straining his frail arm to hoist pince-nez before his cloudy eye. The monocle shook as he mustered the strength to hold it atop hisContinue reading “High Tea. Fiction by Eliot Hudson”