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Winters Sometimes I have Seen You

In Poetry, Spring 2014 by Max BolnoLeave a Comment

- Max Bolno Winters sometimes I have seen you, Winds tearing at my roof-slats like fingernails, against their common will. On such nights as those I find repose Indoors, a fire, warmth iniquitous to snow. In winters such as those I’ve sometimes seen you. Perhaps a clack or batter from …

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The Cellist

In Fiction, Spring 2014 by Mayookha Mitra-MajumdarLeave a Comment

- Mayookha Mitra-Majumdar He sat in the tunnel that ran under Westminster Bridge. His left hand was poised over the strings, which quivered from the slightest contact with his fingers. His right hand held a bow. On the pavement lay his cello case, the worn blue velvet interior exposed. Within …

Mayookha Mitra-MajumdarThe Cellist