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long good mornings

(c) West Singing Sands by Rose Strang

black and blue
makeup running
I crave for the sweet things you whisper
and for those you don’t… 166 more words

Poetry

Dry hot winds stirring up dust devils;

– turning, swirling –

Settling on everything like a blanket.

Once fertile soil, now reduced to a fine powder.

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THE WAYS OF NATURE

the Subtexts of Eating an Ice Cream

of L. and F.

your display of jealousy was as much as a confession of your coming out. because through gritted teeth, you described the swiftness of her fingers in reply to a single message of “Where art thou?” This is the known secret, the unspeakable truth. 53 more words

Spilled Ink

Catharsis

of John Carlo Manabat and co.

i like to believe it’s always the hardest for the people who stays. we are the ones who become monuments, benchmarks, soft hands that you slip away from. 54 more words

Prose

Behind Door 14

of A. Padua

it all started with a foolish dare but the knocking of wood, the confrontation of door 14 still befell us: suddenly, the boys came to light painfully yellow. 168 more words

Literature

[ Route 2 ]

A pine tree throws its body across the road – remember the old adage; there’s no sound. But here is nonetheless an unmistakeable sign to pierce the infinite rural noise. 98 more words

Poetry

Call for Submissions

El Portal is still accepting submissions for its Fall 2016 issue! Fiction, nonfiction, flash fiction, poetry, photography, and art are all welcome internationally! Simultaneous submissions are welcome.  91 more words