WordCity Literary Journal. 100 Thousand Poets for Change

Table of Contents Letter From the Editor. Darcie Friesen Hossack Welcome to WordCity Literary Journal’s September 2021 issue. For this month’s theme, we joined the 100 Thousand Poets for Change movement, and sought works to shine light into dark places. As ever, more brilliant writers and poets than we ever expect, came together with theirContinue reading “WordCity Literary Journal. 100 Thousand Poets for Change”

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Main Journal Letter from the Editor.Darcie Friesen Hossack   Fiction.Edited by Sylvia Petter Yours. by Bruce Meyer Yellow Fly. by Niles M. Reddick The Woman Who Vanished into Thin Air. by Raine Geoghegan Chin Chin Chan. by Robert Olen Butler High Tea. by Eliot Hudson Father’s pigeons. by Sherzod Artikov A Letter to My Readers.Continue reading “Table of Contents”

Letter from the editor. Darcie Friesen Hossack

Welcome to WordCity Literary Journal’s September 2021 issue. For this month’s theme, we joined the 100 Thousand Poets for Change movement, and sought works to shine light into dark places. As ever, more brilliant writers and poets than we ever expect, came together with their poems and stories that, as a collection, make up anContinue reading “Letter from the editor. Darcie Friesen Hossack”

I have you only. A poem by Ranjith Sivaraman

I have you only When my quaver meets a premature death in my throat When I curl up like a Chartreux I have you only When my eyes meet a deep sea of darkness in my nights When I see no face with warmth I have you only When my heart hangs like a beehiveContinue reading “I have you only. A poem by Ranjith Sivaraman”

Ode to Serena Bufalino. A poem by Marc di Saverio

ODE TO SERENA BUFALINO O ether-breathing patron saint of those whom Christ once called the least of all of us. O master of turn-arounds in ones who face the starless, moonless night of destinies they’d salamander-hide like deformities — O you who stand for those who fall as nameless as the leaves — you raiseContinue reading “Ode to Serena Bufalino. A poem by Marc di Saverio”

100 TPC* in “H-Ray Vision”. A poem by Hillol Ray

100 TPC* in “H-Ray Vision” Dawn of civilization opened up human vision To portray their own intrinsic mind- And an “internal sense” of aesthetics was born That’s still prevailing on present mankind. Biogenetic influence in our culture Relates to the seed of beauty in our brain- Followed by ethical values, disappearing fast, Like passengers inContinue reading “100 TPC* in “H-Ray Vision”. A poem by Hillol Ray”

Every Heart. A poem by Connie T. Braun

Every Heart The maps have been redrawn and the roads are filled again with refugees. Have you not heard? Even the stones listen, hold each footstep. Heartbeats return to the earth, engraved on stone, touched with fingertips of memory. Cobbled roads are lined with linden trees, yellow with blossoms in summer. Their lingering scent drawsContinue reading “Every Heart. A poem by Connie T. Braun”

The Other Life, by Patrick Connors. A Review by Darcie Friesen Hossack

To the Point The best poems are written to be read by anyone. Meticulously crafted over a period of time To seem written quickly and simply The best moments in life are the result of years of preparation passing by in a burst causing change even if you are not ready Before you realize theyContinue reading “The Other Life, by Patrick Connors. A Review by Darcie Friesen Hossack”

The Autumnal Series. Poems by Debra Black

The Autumnal Series #1 ten thousand joys and sorrows, a single silver leaf under the paperly sky. beloved, befriended, then gone, gone, gone. #2 ten thousand sorrows and joys, the slatish grey moon, the silvery dusk settles in, my heart leaps into emptiness, beingness, the suchness of such. beloved, befriended, then gone, gone, gone. #3Continue reading “The Autumnal Series. Poems by Debra Black”

Father’s pigeons. Fiction by Sherzod Artikov

Father’s pigeons Translated from Uzbek into English by Nigora Dedamirzayeva “This is the place that you told,” the driver said. The taxi came to a halt near the edge of the road. I looked around from inside the car. The view – the edifice with two green cupolas and myriad pigeons around them appeared inContinue reading “Father’s pigeons. Fiction by Sherzod Artikov”